Weary wizards wander,
a medley of murmured mutterings...

You would look great
in my arms, I said...

Silver frosted air
a million tiny icy daggers...

Sleep delays my life
and is only attained...

The days and nights pass
whether i do something or...

I can feel it
ravaging me internally...

The sky is all gray sunlight reflected in my
gray eyes that burn with lost dreams and forlorn...

Twilight
my evening walks...

Stumbling into the new day,
dream-dazed and sleepy-eyed...

Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain,
for in the mirror is only a reflection of how I...

Cloud gray pale shadow
hovering spectral presence...

At what point
do we relinquish...