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

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

Harsh words spark a fire in my mind,
As regret crawls like ivy up my spine...

Let the stones be thrown at daybreak,
To crack the darkened sky...

Simply dreaming,
Moonlight teeming...

Passing by, passing by,
Time's to short to laugh or cry...

Sleep within my eyes
A kaleidoscopic disguise...

Body on the move
in this musical groove...

I live among the pages
Of a long forgotten book...

The wind blows westward...
Simply sitting and staring...

Leaves brush upon the bark,
as the blue jays sing in melody...

Here's to the years,
The days full of tears...