I was featherbrained
at thinking you...

Headless angels adorn an abandoned Christmas Tree-
Tucked in a back alleyway...

Things can't be explained in the dark
when these old eyes sting from crying...

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

Her eyes were blue-
I knew this from the pain...

Goodnight my beloved sunrise
gather silk fingers from gloves...

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

Earthy damnation
upon sprinkled fantasy...

A mother holds her dying child in her mind,
heart and soul...

Lost in a world of surprise,
entagled in webbed finger...

I wish that I could tell it like you do,
because the need to splash color...

He's more than sunshine
upon an early morning...