Sweet innocence of morning breath
spins prisms of scent within these...

Dormant sounds reawaken stoic eyes
left passing over silken strands...

Scintillating flesh of liquid chambers
spin prisms on the world...

Peacefully fins glide in innocence,
As rain falls down upon the surface...

A burden to the society, I am one of few,
A two-face, a liar, a mere individual...

Shuttering eyes leave absence
To the shadows of a distant sun...

The sun lies.
Sensation pricks her eyes...

Do you wonder, ponder even,
that the ghosts of leaves do slumber...

May moments pass in daylight,
Where one might take repose...

Every moment wisps of decay
pardon flesh from fleeting breath...

Silence beholds the gift of truth,
Tells no words nor tainted thought...

They call them weeping willows,
For the willows know the seasons...