The crunch of frost gave way beneath my feet
As the morning sun fought off the stubborn mist...

To breathe in woe and then bemoan the...
Can bring no kind of sympathy or peaceful rest...

When lilies and dahlias
thrived on my grief...

~~~~~
My muses are the furrowed fields...

...I am amputated from reality,
and pain-drenched wailings swim...

as the promise of my
eternal love condensed...

You became the ocean
that tarnished the silver sheen...

another promise
to stop, only made at the...

If I crush a blood orange and watch it drip,
seeping through the gaps in each of my fingers...

I have craved you. Between the
rushes that blow blissfully along...