As dark as the night.
as Grey as non existent sunlight...

A grain of wind.
a gust of sand...

Winter child be calm Today.
Every sunset dawn is not out of sight...

Romantic Sky's linger horizontally,
dreams laced aside the flowing river...

It is thy will that i should sit and wither,
forget the world that adorns my window of glass...

Flowing veins, await until throat is torn, mangled...
live a decrepit life existing among squalor of the...

Grandiose solitude,beauty's innateness,
natures awareness, harnesses a new day...

Sit down ever so forlorn.
spine aches,gourmet bakes...

The rest of my days, will be just another followed...
the wind of the days Cascades and erodes me...