Fleeting voices inside my head
drummers of chaos, whispering...

Tales of a darkened night told
temptress, the poet, quarrels scold...

I'ts 1:52 am. -
Your dimples are making me...

The black isles
are long corridors...

Shallow entities
verbalize confusing fears...

Hands ripple
with wrinkles...

I'll be standing on the edge of whispered emotions
when you arrive at good morning...

He's more than sunshine
upon an early morning...

I could feel the snow flakes
resting gently upon my lashes...

Vague
is night...

Diamonds
can be found in...

The deepest of dark, within a midnight sky
is where you shall find me, restlessly...