Sighing. Alone, of course.
Underlying a canopy of stars...

Puzzle-pieces in the ground,
kids drawin with the colors of their voices...

Hide my face, cruel darkness.
Disguise this shame...

I used to think
that people who believed...

A new year approaches
with sparkles of hope in its eyes...

Subtle eyes of blue
laying in the water lilies...

Looking upon past days of Eden, where dainty hopes...
Recalling our last round, when violent thunders...

The way the stars trembled
from their strings that suspend them...

And in silence,
all of creation stood...

At what point in the road
did the steps of man waver...

I dream about the young days
when old hearts were new...

A blanket of stillness envelopes
this cold, quiet night...