Nothing-ness fills me
again. Once visiting a funeral...
I can hear the rain
watch the branches move...
chips fly through the air
on a Winter's beach sea breeze...
Moon rose from
obscurity, once I released...
from a car window
chips are thrown to the beach...
I will color
the sky, grieving for the...
I was not afraid of legacy
seeking out a collateral...
Come to me
like never ending pain...
The who was
inside you...
There she is, my moon
lighting my darkness, like a missing piece...
Coming over here
to find me, in abstract meaning...
From window to window?
a search begins...