I've seen a grown man fall,
To his knees on the ground...

Over lost memories, I trace the contour
Of my reoccurring dreams...

Under mountains I have crawled,
Into caverns I have hidden...

Cat's eye on the edge
Of a serrated memory...

Moss suffocates the branches
In the forest of the mist...

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

What are memories but passing
reminders on shattered glass...

Listen to the dreary tune of night,
Forever we shall be mesmerized...

Lay down the beats
In the old town streets...

Chaotic flow of liquid streaming
Down fleshed hills of rose; Never-ending...

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

Time gathers, unscathed by opportunity,
White-washed sound caresses velvet curtains...