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...

I’ll build a castle in the air
for you and me alone to share...

Innocence of form
belies the cimmerian shades...

Cobwebs glisten with dew
As morning sun wakes...

Becalmed atop a mirrored sea
the storm has passed...

She stands amid the chanting mass
crushed on all sides like a pebble between...