I'll be standing on the edge of whispered emotions
when you arrive at good morning...

Framed pictures
dangle upon the...

The revival of clear water
reminds me of innocence...

I have moments,
as we all do...

A mere, ghostly phantom
meandering within...

I've given up,
twisted tween rock formations...

I nestled in blanketed memories,
morning specs of daybreak chose...

Take me away,
I wish to hear...

Mason jars consume me,
restricted oxygen...

Swallowing darkness
like a suppressed...

Tasting salty bitterness,
Engaged in a lonely entree...

I see the intensity of your eyes,
outlining every curve...