I hear it rains diamonds
on Jupiter, so paint my vagabond soul...

My brow
is creased...

You said you were
terrified of open water...

There was something about the way she danced...
in the low light of that Greece sunset...

Her heart froze
years ago, slowly...

Gardener,
you eradicate...

I dream of a serene place
where the Earth's rotation slows...

Admittedly,
I'm haunted still...

We are not like
two ships passing...

I back-trace
the series of seemingly...

You are like sunday morning,
a simper sun peeping through...

Winter,
the beast that drives me...