I was a sophomore
sitting in science class...

The swish and crunch
of ice under skates...

The violent vacuum of space
inhales God's breath...

Crackles, burning opaque blue
waving in an erratic waltz...

Drift to sleep beneath the willow weeping.
--slumber under mother's tree...

Shadows wrap our world in dread
grasping, clutching souls to tread...

The gusting gales rush the white-topped waves
and into jagged cliffs they charge...