Drowning on dry land,
Every breath an effort...
Thunder rolls through the air
ferrying a heavy darkness...
When will the human race
Absorb the lessons of the past and...
Silence covers all with bold embrace
Her hands and fingers dance with lissom grace...
On rheumatic finger once slender and lithe,
Pearlescent gem still proudly resides...
No one knew exactly who
had made the big decision...
Screams are all I can offer
as the world ceases...
Surface surfers
with insidious whispers...
December
Once tenth and final month...
Why can’t I be a princess?
Said the youngster to his mum...
I’ll build a castle in the air
for you and me alone to share...