Thin curved strokes run along in heavy black,
formed into a picture of perfection...

Search deep within yourself,
do you really know me...

Moon waning,
Stretching it’s mighty limbs...

Compassion engaged,
in feats of denial and rage...

Words catching in my swollen throat
your egotistical as you brag and gloat...

Close your eyes,
don’t let go...

I look at you, but yet I see an outsider,
never are you the same person twice...

Call my name, but I fear,
even as u whisper in my ear...

a child’s curiosity,
an image of comical proposition...

Lying next to me is my companion,
My confidence after a bad dream...

Somewhere in the world,
where a birds call echoes the sunrise...

Padding across his territory,
Scenting for his missing glory...