Winter roads As the air collapses Into grazed Reformed minds Darker than apparition Words alone. Disconnected, Wish I could’ve known What to say As silence Lowers on the dark wood boughs In humanity.
You bring me the Sun and Moon at your pale weary palms, Your tilted wrists glinted with dew drops of sweat, You hold the Sun, exerting faint balmy breaths of gold on your right hand, And you grasp the pale… Read More ›
Silence, It is memory. Leaf fallen, Midnight wind, west, I said, “I’m sorry.”