Summer fails me often
as pastels blend with...

Upon the edge-wood
I ride against thunder...

Her words become shortened
as each day is knitted into the final...

Discolored figurines
line up, one by one...

Losing the ability to reach out to the sun
my grip upon the night has taken it's toll...

Collaboration written by Maple Tree and Robyn...
Special Note: PnQ site permission to post...

Mourning
hushes altered...

Upon a hazy sky, during a night springs chill
yearning to feed the hungry...

I spotted silvery, spikes
along a very large wall...

and if you ever feel like giving up-
Remember the stars in the sky...

I stood in the corner
of a pitch, dark room...

Certain feelings
such as organic...