Sleep delays my life
and is only attained...

Snow is the pure white sheet funeral shroud
pulled over to cover the corpse of autumn...

A yellow ocean
a million dandelions...

Sometimes a thousand rays of sunlight
bursts through the gray clouds of rain...

So what are we building or destroying
as we go through day after day...

Lost angel hovers
caught in a halo of dreams...

Bats rats dog
flow doom peels...

The electric night eats us alive
a fire moon burns the blue-black sky...

Wood and glass sifted
through tangible wind fingers...

Silver frosted air
a million tiny icy daggers...

And though she tried to hide it,
it was much harder than she had dreamed...