Hidden grooves in knotches
Of base boards hold a valuable...

Corridor's of light
flickered...

A memory-
Lake miola was buzzing...

Under a moon covered haze
I gaze, as mist anoints...

I was born in springtime,
shades of daffodils...

Gazing into a shattered woman's soul.
I found her in me a few years before...

Bitten,
upon a night...

Evening-
Silence...

She was born with eyes
of crystal blue medallions...

Velvety skies of
stardust tears...

I know my place,
The standings stack up...

Goddess of wind,
bowed her weary head...