Like the moon before the tide,
My tears flow upon these beaches...

In the glow of candle light,
As the thunder booms in the night...

Tear drops glitter, staining time,
Time that lost direction in your mind...

Everyday the sun creeps up,
the wild of the suburbs...

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

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

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

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

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

Revelation awakens grief
for absent trails of thought...

A world shaping around the peace and gall,
A time for triumph, or a grisly fall...

The silent sleeping,
a soul still weeping...