I'm near the horizon-
staggering, dizzy...

You are approaching
in measures that cannot be mimicked...

I try to hide my eyes somehow
from the streams of sunshine...

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...