Autumn wind rushes
between summer and winter...

Society seems to disapprove
of breakable stitched up hearts...

Hesitation grows faster
as I struggle to gaze...

A falling star
becomes enclosed...

A gentle kiss
escapes a blooming rose...

False destiny
visits my sleep...

Beyond her wrinkled folds of skin,
sleeps untold stories from...

His whisper lulled
her aching beauty...

In the courtroom of justice
young ones rejoice...

I can feel my heart beating silently,
so I guess that proves it's there...

Can you hear the poet's whisper,
echoing through pages of metaphorical pain...

A bright shimmer
soars across a cloudless sky...