kaleidoscopic in nature, you are at worst,
a watchfire gone rampant while unattended...

slip my heart peace, i beg of you –
draw the karman line between us...

swirl the moonlight in your wine glass,
and tell me if it’s as bitter as it looks...

the first time you spoke my name – years after,
i wondered if my name tasted bitter to you...

coward.
the word itself is unpalatable to a practiced...

a voice borne of everything but light;
you are the impetus to my fragmenting...

forsaken –
the light has abandoned us all...

don't martyr yourself -
you’ll find her, and peace again...

sing your song –
you’ve took up residence in my heart long...

there you were –
still casted in amber...

the clock takes to 4/4 time;
i'm here but rooted somewhere else...

i am bereft of truth;
wholly-wedded to the thought...