October's breath sinks within my lungs
Taking lonely thoughts on its retreat...

What are memories but passing
reminders on shattered glass...

Dust rises under the sun.
Unsung beauty...

Solemn tides bring suspicions
To the harbors in my eyes...

Moments dwindle on a thought,
Perceived by subtle notions...

I want to feel the sky vibrate,
Like your skin upon my cheek...

Sleep within my eyes
A kaleidoscopic disguise...

Our ears hear that of restless trees,
The wind blowing gently on the flowers...

Uplifted to the tone of silence,
Inspiration in the slightest shadow...

Everyone needs to feel this way,
This burning sensation, oh I must convey...

Pitter-patter in the forest,
Nature works, a humble florist...

Lovers tongues a fleshed bridge,
Martyrs to a righteous cause...