An inexorable wildfire of
nostalgia steadily...

My chest is cold and I'm left feeling less
than I am...

I'll miss the lavender sunrise
each time the rain pours down...

Every sigh the Moon makes
is another moment I have fallen...

There's earthquakes between my
eyes and I can't even knock...

Can you hear the deadly song I sing,
as it pierces the clouds and frost...

Like wet cement carrying an impression;
my footprints still linger from...

Am I the sword planted
firmly in the stone...

Some days I'm very much
in the now...

Darkness is the mood of night;
so beautiful, mystical, and...

A teary-eyed half moon
is smeared low across...

I am the lost art amongst a
sea of authors...