It's drizzling and foggy
as I walk these lonely roads...

Can you hear that?
The world is slowly waking up...

I found myself abandoning
my skin because I do not...

In the end the sky was
an enigma to myself...

Ocean of fir trees
nictating small ice crystals...

We allowed for our wishes to soar
like flying a kite, just without cord...

Chapped lips, gnawed nails
roosting in eclipse...

Available for occupancy
a room for one, enriched...

You're here again.
I glance as you enter...

I'm afraid that I can't
write love poems...

You hoard precious moments
and fill your cheeks with feelings...

Waft of mist envelops me,
and heavy clouds...