I heard a calling, nestled within
patchwork leaves, calico mapping...

Tiptoeing by your bedside
at three am...

Leaves whisper amongst trees
as wood crackles between itself...

Corridors of locked door knobs
entertain a misty eye...

Snowflakes swoon tween
eyelashes of tear filled...

I am in awe
of the translation of your eyes...

Hallow is thy soul that bleeds
in the cries of a desperate...

Depths of my soul cry under the sky
moonlit night songs bid thee goodbye...

It's not easy looking into a mirror,
as the wrinkles expose many years...

Uncovering truth
exposing darksided fear...

Whispers
manipulate...

Pain circles his coffee cup
like the daily weather broadcast...