From one inked outpour
to unvarnished whiteness...

Dormant buds
await fluxing snow...

Those whimper wails - those windy moans
Nostalgic beasts it trails of sombre undertones...

Wherein the haven, dwells my stillborn child?
The crib could not illumine gilt enough...

Swayin', collidin' cornstalks
begins an orchestral opera...

Depression is; a desert well of sand
no water drops are left to tear the pain...

I'm in between the festive year of new
and tied by thought within the others past...

If I had breath to give but one last word
Could love weight all my brimful heart's outpour...

Concealed yet united,
with an assumed trust...

O' sandy shells, o' sandy shells, I know;
Why pearly armors 'neath the sand conceal...

Go find for me in all of botany;
The rarest rose amidst the sweetest mire...

As I do list the highlights left of me
In twilight of my life through memoirs' reel...