Snowflakes swoon tween
eyelashes of tear filled...

I've slumbered in New York,
nestled within a hammock...

I have been devoured by the insanity
of your dancing pupils...

I see iris's in my sleep,
as wind chimes blow upon...

I tasted sorrow the night that last
rain drop fell...

I've scraped mountains
to bare witness of my...

Snow in Autumn falling,
yet hanging on to fresh air...

Hands feel like ice;
clasped together tightly...

Ink stains drip from my hands
as shadows dance upon the window sill...

My pen is filled with so many tears,
the paper is beginning to look like...

A mysterious lady I have become;
for I have located myself within...

I will not write another word,
Thoughts are passing away...