Morning wakes up with the silence of snow.
A gentle breeze carries the winter-worn crow...

Twist, bend and curve to transform;
You create the Ultimate from your brittle bones...

Grazed will be
the knees of...

And God said, "Let there be light." -
The walls of the domain only appeared to climb...

Spiked and serrated, deadly but fruitful;
The tongue of the Serpent still lies for you...

Every thought is a thought alone.
Mostly without reason - out of the zone...

Downed by a single shot of fear,
You fall depraved through the yesteryear...

Unto the rocks chiseled by the waves of those...
Shall we find ourselves crawling on as we catch...

Your eyes used to resemble a welcoming fireplace,
That would ignite from every second thought that...

It lays heavy on my crowded cloud of thoughts,
Leaving me with nothing more than a sore back...

'You shall not find your path here,
They follow your every trail in dust and dirt path...

A first encounter; a new acquaintance
Before summer breeze blows over my home...