Wisp of chilling air on my lips
Sealed with an array of one peppermint kiss...
It starts off,
In the sky...
The moon is out of reach despite my need
to pull it from the space it occupies...
Whispering wondrous messages on the wind
You speak through shapes in my hair...
..so hear my plea, of mans misdeed,
to help our world, no more to bleed...
As spring arrives, from natures womb
her season brings, a baby-boom...
Clouds rise like eyelids
unveiling a bright blue sky...
Night born skies
delivered within majestic fantasies...
Crystal lace adorns
skies of a darkening shade...
Wind gust topples nest
eggs shells shattered on concrete...
Listening to rainfall within a silent
evening, I gracefully capture the...
From a nut
To a stem...