A calm and peaceful night in late winter
Gray hued sky keeps everything hidden...
some days,
the skies are dark and cold...
Just an old man on the beach
staring out into the waves...
Dive in oceanic thoughts
that rage within alcoves of...
Rowboat gently rocks
In the middle of a lake...
It wasn't the tides ebbing towards you
nor the winds whistling farewells like gusts...
Young lovers gazing
whisper softly to the breeze...
It was a strange experience
coming out of the body...
Just butterflies
could hover over flowers...
Dark
emptiness...
The nights are closing in and winter
stretches out cool fingers to caress...
One by one they drop
Like parachuting men...