Plaster faces judge my thoughts
like trees upon a flower's bloom...

Revelation awakens grief
for absent trails of thought...

Cinder trees and ember bees
Bring fireflies about...

River arms come round to reach me,
Sing so softly, spin words to reach thee...

Dreary lilacs hinder
Creeping nostalgia awoken...

Putrid memories linger
Under aging indecision...

A pinprick of apprehension
Slithers through our bones like ivy...

The sun lies.
Sensation pricks her eyes...

Flesh comes to contact with thoughts,
A mesmerizing enigma of will...

What bathes in the light
Like a ladle of moonlit tears...

Darkest hours grope the day,
A delightful time of null decay...

Euphoria, drip down upon my eyes
Like the ashes of a coffin nail...