The last time I meditated on the waters,
I saw your strong reflection, divine and...

Away from the teasing shadows
she sang her faith to the critically ill...

She didn't know she could erase paint
with the will of her predilection...

I glance back at the stoic siding and windy shafts
with reminiscence of healthier schedules...

I can't seem to settle for familiar,
because I always end up sitting...

You feel like you are clenching
ten iron nails around your fist...

As You breathed onto valleys and
endless bearing gardens...

You keep calling this time I use a waste
of reality, distorting my images and learning...

You guard me in my unresponsive sleep
and I wonder how I came to live a fantasy...

I blindly throw a knit scarf
around my neck...

I drift
from the carriage...

I'm through with making situations
that deal out my emotions...