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

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

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

The eye of flame sets it's sight
upon the grave of ghostly soldiers...

You may look at me with eyes askew
With tears parting lips heavy thoughts accrue...

Bereave, conceive, believe
in thee; abeyance taints thine senses...

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

Dragonfly eyes spark lanterns
On noir mirrors...

Sepia eyes descry
Obsolete sentiments...

Somber throats choke on virulent words,
Heavy as dust that flutters as fog...

Picking supernovas from my garden
In a desert far from nowhere...

Sympathy evaporates under fervent
eyes, yet I familiarize myself...