Euphoric designs,
twisted expectations...

I drifted far away,
lost within a memory...

I cordially invite you
to join me at the roots...

Wicked
stars and dark black...

She lurks along corridors,
mimics shadows of fire...

Filtered fog and florescent
lights, mask a desperate...

I am the shadow of fire red flame,
cursed, jagged, smiles, lashes of a dame...

We as writers wedge an ink pen
deep within our hearts...

I hear her sorrow song
playing upon the clouds...

Your thoughts were scattered
as the mind played tricks...

Pretty
eyes of magic...

I saved a few words
from my morning thoughts...