Headless angels adorn an abandoned Christmas Tree-
Tucked in a back alleyway...

Snow bitten romance
waltzing icicles dancing...

Within a brisk moment
her eyes fluttered...

Her eyes are my memory,
sparkling, emerald gems...

I watched her rise from the east-
Rosebuds gathered at her feet...

Death has become a design of informal thoughts
notions of peace are dressed within tainted tears...

Lay me down upon a riverbed
of memoirs, where melodies...

I vaguely remember the cracks of your eyes-
Pools of lies rest there...

Sensual eyes
Turn towards...

My bare feet have traveled around
seven suns and fourteen moons...

Fingertips muffle words
as partial sentences can...

To begin with I may seem shy
But don't be afraid to speak to me...