I am the silhouette of oaken limbs upon dawn's...
the gaze of waning moon in night's surrender...

It's always been this way,
at least that's what I remember...

We stop at stop signs
because it's the law...

This is for that special girl
the one who always...

Tear laden drapery hangs
achromatic, drab bells weep...

For the one who knows who it's for...

The day was forgotten,
The time was elapsed...

All around me
love is proceeding...

Pins fall from the depths of thought
left to dry upon the wall leaving...

Muscles quiver & ripple in the ocean
gliding in one sense, drowning in motion...

My mind is desolate,
I'm all but corrupted...

Pardon blood that travels adversely
to the contour of avid growth...