To be a fly upon a petal of pages-
As dusk turns into nightfall shadows...

Let it flow within a night
of pure elegance...

Luna called to me, during a dark night;
The crows were hauntingly beautiful...

Darkness fell upon another summer
drenched in misty midnight and I...

Dark eyes see more rainbows
than crystal blues can touch...

I wanted her to feel sobriety
once again...

A little three year old
scampers crossed a creek...

Words scatter in the night
as a simple hush of wind...

Crystal ice adorns
blankets of snowy sapplings...

Death-
He comes in forms of fake smiles...

It's that time of year
when veins of a leaf...

A tiny little pea
on a pod of sod...