I found simplicity
divine...

Writings scatter
such as a spring shower...

It was an early spring,
under moonlit stars...

The mortician bowed his face in a grin
for he never knew the power of magic...

I left England back in the old age,
belonging to the same iris's, soul...

Within a strange sea, distant to me
I breathe salt coated wind, one...

I nestled in blanketed memories,
morning specs of daybreak chose...

Our respirations were the rise and fall
of euphoria itself...

I would have to say calmly-
Pink blush of silk...

I had nothing upon the day
of birth, rising from a hinted...

Blurred circles spinning
prism rainbows mate with trees...

The eye's of a pendulum
swing, ring, in a mind...