Last night, I couldn't see any trace of the stars...
I surrender...

Through lifeless windows
a bird gives the gift...

I can't keep up anymore,
my body is deteriorating...

I am the sun,
not universally loved or craved...

You are
more than just a melody to me...

No one seemed to notice
the dry dead tears...

I had a dream last night
when nobody seemed to breath...

Tuesday morning
I drove home from the interstate...

Language -
crafted words...

I could listen to your heartbeat
subconsciously...

The sun feeds my hunger
spraying tropical juice...

Rise of majesty
blue lightning calms the stiff air...