Two feathers,
falling softly upon a midnight...

Sobbing dainty
sentiments...

He crossed over into the depths of darkness,
kissing the moon softly before murder took...

Tasting salty bitterness,
Engaged in a lonely entree...

Celestial dreams
eclipse within earthy tears...

I truly admire the collection of rainbows
that share my spiritual visions of peace...

Etched in winter drippings
of a foggy frost...

Hot pink, crumpled silk
adorns silver grey haywire...

In the depths of winter,
I miss you the most...

My eyes do not vision
madness and destruction...

I found myself tangled midst
violet thistles, whistling to a moon...

Brittle flakes dangle
upon rigormortis fingers...