I am staring at an unbalanced tree,
black carvings deface its stability...

He slashed through the storm,
slitting open vaporous eyes...

A light flickers on,
reflections taint soil...

You nudged me in white rings of escape,
my fingers drifting across your hazel drops...

You keep pushing her down
even though she rises above...

She tumbles across the breezeless lake,
awaiting diamonds from his trip to the sky...

Envious wind snakes around our necks;
it breaks its own boundaries to terminate us...

Scenery from my door
begs in high quality accents...

Our lips gradually reunite
after empty mornings of waste...

Oh God!
I know writing these words...

After our first light,
the vows began to dim...

It is a quarter 'til ten
and I am alive on the inside...