If I could turn the hands upon my clock the other...
and move both you and I back to another day...

No one,
sees the light go out...

Sinking in this self made mire
of vaporous dreams...

Moonlight plays its dreamlike games
across the surface of the mirror...

Fragile petals blown by turbulent winds
to swirl in eddies far from leaf and stem...

Even the clouds have ears
when she plays...

A single kiss
can tattoo a rainbow...

Gripped fast in tides swell
and unable to break free...

In annual repetition he came,
Sorrow sweeping the path before him...

Tumbling wave swept notions crash through realism
to spill into humdrum normality...