In his hazel eyes
her resonance shows within...

Quietly afraid
of the wind howling breaths away...

Her body is tied, twisted- her backbone
tightly woven around...

I used to believe I never had
a boxy shape, and without a mirror...

She flows from June-
the reflections of the sun...

I hear the terror of the unknown
I see the rage in nature's angry blow...

It's like an orchestra of my nightmares,
my throat feels numb, close to failing...

I wish you could walk with me now
but you are cities away...

I see headstrong summits arise
from the dabbling rock...

It can take one day
for winter to freeze...

I thought for each
run around the clock...

Escaping out my small window,
Hearing the true distance of the city while...