I've plucked petals
in midst of tragedy...

When is the right time
to scribe painful mistakes...

Wandering aimlessly within the night,
Hollow fears overtake dainty stars...

Within a brisk moment
her eyes fluttered...

The things he does
during the day...

I've written four poems
so far...

Whispers
manipulate...

To hear from her
explodes a thousand stars...

There wasn't enough time
to tell you the titles of...

Dripping in the
essence of silence...

We are one, blessed by mother moon
singing a spiritual, earthly tune...

As far as I can see
the wilderness becomes...