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...

Echos of one hundred ancestors
flooded my ears with heartbreak...

Imprinted markings
soil, meshed and motionless roots...

A glisteneing pasture of snowy earth
lays dormant, embedded within a girls spirit...