Midnight called upon her passing
like a dragonflies persistence...

Poetry remains
embedded within my thoughts...

I remained sober for her eyes,
fire water never appealed to me...

There is a women who
Lingers in thoughtless...

Her eyes were blue-
I knew this from the pain...

These hands deal comfort
as blue eyes fall to sickness...

Her eyes belonged to another from afar,
cats eye marble...

There was darkness; hidden
deep from the light of Mother Moon...

Joy completes my life
In a union of laughter...

If I were to be a Sonnet, per say
the moon would guide a path of silver...

Shallow entities
verbalize confusing fears...

Do I wish to bare the bark
of poison, for a public army...