Listening to the wind howl,
Subtle as it is. Leaves wince...

Distort this mentality,
Wash out reality...

Tears crash upon wrinkled clothing
Stained from previous grief...

The sound of silence...
Mental frailty just cannot withstand...

To hold out a hand,
to help someone up...

Surrounded by a nightmare,
In the shadow I am content...

Moss suffocates the branches
In the forest of the mist...

Fleeting reflections glint like sunlight,
As the fire in my thoughts breathes...

Time gathers, unscathed by opportunity,
White-washed sound caresses velvet curtains...

Slowly, deep turquoise bodies lie awake,
Encroached upon by darker tides...

I can't keep doing this,
Lamenting on a moment passed away...

The white-caped spirit,
Soaring oh-so-high, far too high...