Closed eyes...sealed mouths
numbed by a pregnant moon...
The old year
falls like a leaf...
Pink petals falling
Gently from the sky...
The sunset drips in hues of blood orange,
Melting into whispers of the softest blues...
I know I’m just a cloud passing by
But sometimes is tough...
I've grown seasoned
to the fact that...
The sounds of nature
Just seem so peaceful compared...
An overcast dawn, as the sun, yet again, gets...
Cascading from the ether, crystal drops quench the...
Butterfly Time...
It was difficult to
seek you in the dark...
from oceans
we slithered...
Upon silken grass
blades reaching high as the sun...