Half drunk sullen moon
laden with nightly drama...

I should have known:
the sun does shine...

Today, I arose to find reasons
just outside my palatial pane...

As my eyes yawned to a beckoning dawn,
And vanishing tranquility...

There's a rush
between the many folds...

Drifting into the expansiveness
of the moments when you once...

This heart of mine endures
So much of worlds misery...

I
When the time comes, sun seems out of reach...

Let my soul to rest
before the roseate glow of dawn...

Fading like a flower
on the highway of my secret life...

I dream of fluffy, pillowy pancakes
mounding on my rather half-eaten plate...

She wears the moon around her wrist,
Like a hexed trinket of a faun...