Listen to the wind as the hoot owls call
Dark of night kisses me gently, sweetly...

I long to gambol
upon emerald...

I become passionate
within a paper storm...

I filtered his eyes
within my imagination...

Simple bone sculptures
smother a silhouette...

Adorn my eyes
with star cluttered...

I am only a man
with the greatest...

Deep night calling, 'tween branches
of twisted rigor-mortise fingers, laced...

Moonbeams shadow tears I shed
concealing emotions, during a time...

Riddles within cracks of pavement
are kept sacred within my mind...

Frigid air, frostbites the tip of my
whispers to you...

The winds of change consume me
as a wilted flower struggles to grow...