Amidst the moonlit hours
Sounds the rushing cascade...

She waved,
And beamed a smile...

Tears bead softly through torn eyelashes
Fond memories effervesce in time...

Standing in the moment,
between the first settling snowflake...

With level ground to walk upon,
The warriors may drink tea...

Collapsing into an eternal pit of
nothingness - not even a shadow for company...

In the silent observation of the night,
the breeze back combs my hair then chases...

The bleached confetti
Fluttered on by the winds hand...

Beneath the satin sheet, she lay curled,
weeping to the sound of her lonely...

Rest your head upon the bough
Flaunting the array so mild...

Taste the mountains on Venus trips
Counting, feeling penniless sips...

Suffocate my heart with mist
Pour sabre winds on my soul...