Silver fingers caress dark water,
becalming its heaving mass...

Golden summer sun that lights the skies
with never ending hues...

In depth of night, when shadows beckon souls
to risk their all with tendril wisps of mist...

There it sits beneath the tree,
golden and tempting, with...

Cold, and bright
the white gem sparkles...

Scattered, tossed upon the restless wind,
From open mouth my words set free to fly...

I see stars
each time...

I know that this is just a dream,
an unwanted emotion that draws...

Deep in its thrall the miser sits and counts,
without a thought for all that passes by his door...

An ember,
Kindled gently...

Dancing sparkles shimmer on its undulating...
whilst gulls bob gently up and down...

Green and verdant daubs the paint
upon the pristine canvas...