Cobwebs glisten with dew
As morning sun wakes...

Thy ruby richness beckons me
within the crystal waiting there...

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

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

A simple thing,
a fleeting touch of fingers hardly felt...

The finger of suspicion points out
our family's deepest secrets...

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

Surrounded by noise
I sit in peaceful contemplation...

I can still feel the chalk dust
as it clogs my nose and infiltrates...

From here upon this vantage point,
I have a clear view...

With winters silent shroud the forest waits
for formless foggy breath to evanesce...

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