Simple breeze
pushes past a quiet pond.
Reeds echoing a song
Sweet ripples
gliding and disturbing
the stillness.
Dancing over
the chilled waters
brilliant, vibrant
colored purple orbs.
Pixies in the nights
coming soft
and leaving not.
Chancing time
with yellow poke a dots.
Freezing it,
beating and leaving it.
You'll be found...
dead and darkness
consumed.
Utterly alone,
confined, confused and used.
Sleepless, sheep-less
mind gone and
wondering to air...
Where do we
Begin?
