Opening to the world,
the window in my room...
Self appointed importance can
never be accepted by others...
"Every end has a new beginning"
Hope stood betwixt...
Still, I dream
Seeping through the white texture...
The vapor sacks
dwelling places of my clairvoyant thoughts...
It would begin as a whisper,
softly breathing lonely words in my ear...
Life's Bitter Harvest
time...
Weak of mind
Faint of heart...
A bitter wind blew through the reeds,
Inciting every falling leaf...
Woman down upon her knees
To kiss the feet of love's disease...
Finally!
My workday is done...
Assaulting life's essence -
a diffused and wrinkled love...