I dream of fluffy, pillowy pancakes
mounding on my rather half-eaten plate...

Mistress of the Moon
and there she is...

Staring out of my window,
as I listen to the sky...

Over the rigid and dreary mountains,
down by the riverside, amidst withered stalks...

.
devoid of freshness...

She roams in the woods
like nomadic beings...

.
moonbeams creep closer...

I could feel the sudden
cascade of forcible darkness...

***
the miles are simply longer...

There is something in the morning air
that makes me unsteady...

Forever and Always
When forever is no longer whispered...

Caged for Life
While I gaze into your eyes...