The threat of winter is here and yet somehow at...
so very far away...
Have skies been pouring cold upon my soul?
They rain and rain, with winds not weak nor strong...
Happiness is an emotion rare to find
Especially deep inside such a dark soul...
Time will not wrap itself back
into my pocket...
I find a pretty butterfly
One I had never seen...
You once told me how
when you're alone...
seeing you fade to enclose us
as a sentence broken and whispered...
Packing bags again
ready to leave, all alone...
You'd think after drowning repeatedly
that eventually I'd learn...
Once again it's here
Death is standing at the door...
Our love could have been anything...
A song playing on the beaches of Miami...
rapid fluttering through stream lines
arising at inconvenient times...