I still hear
in the mists of slumber...

A hail of shooting stars tonight
The lights of a hundred armored jets...

I am a mystic reverie and a star of nightfall
I wonder what slumbering children dream of...

Windswept snow blows by
A bare tree's leafless branches...

R.I.P. Chris
Liquefying flooring...

Burn, many yesterdays, burn this hollow night away
Char wilted blossom petals among wordless disarray...

Hillside fringe of wisterias
Fondling an inky firth...

Grey coals crumble into ashes
Fill the heart that I'm not able to feel...

On exhausted Tuesday nights
In twenty-minute showers...

In the dead of the night, she asks the silence why
She gave up on a heart she had never known...

Dreams fly by, everyday
As time ticks itself away...

Early June willow
Spring bows with green whisper-chimes...