Leafy medallion's
dangle from paint chipped pillars...

He baits his thoughts
Upon a hook of deep words...

A lovely darkness spreads crossed frozen earth
it's a peaceful night in the sounds of nothing...

Feathery elegance intertwines
as her song lays silent, unheard...

I
the fly...

If I were to feverishly bite my lip
in sequence of each syllable you...

Ivy gazing, as starlight guides
encircling beauty of webbed design...

What does it mean
to have a thousand pounds...

There Is a cave In my mind, well kept and hidden
a secretive hide away where I retreat to often...

Hollow shadows hissing
memories I'm missing...

Upon that hillside, far away
holds a secret covered with moss...

Hopeful thoughts kiss a silhouette goodnight,
ending a somber sunset with a lightening bug...