Thoughts explore menacing memories
buried deep beneath the surface...

"Baby, I have no story to be told
But I've heard one of you...

Poets sleep on a cold mountain of longing,
amongst shadows of winter as oceans cry...

Chest hurts, cannot breathe,
tears fall from your eyes...

Petals kissed by dew, glistening,
little creatures are listening...

Man in the moon, high in the night sky,
share your secrets, tell me why...

Unbearable palpable pain,
heart ripped from its mooring...

Soft
hands...

Human embodiment,
anguished, wounded...

Blue skies, grassy fields, wildflowers,
yellow daisies standing up tall...

Mindless chatter, spread by gossip mongers,
hucksters, peddling their wares...

A withered old man sits beside the bed,
holding the wrinkled hand of his beloved...