Stalking a dismal path under a hypnotic moon
Observant eyes become transparent, hollow...

I woke up one morning at three am.
Gazed In somber silence while you slept...

I ache with his silence,
feeling...

These three pixies
are my magical flowers...

I smell Columbian coffee beans; brewing
as nightfall made love to shadow demons...

Seedlings waft, like Seedlings do
a morning dawn becomes a faceless...

My heart is crushed, talking in riddles
to a strange woman on the other end...

I've grown petals, only to watch them fall...
like...

I despise the month of May
for maidens dance within the hay...

Green emerald life veins
scatter crossed drained iris's...

Shades of mint devour
a senseless soul...

When you gaze beyond....
where sunsets dance with stardust...