A pearl sneers
over vanilla stones...

Upon the sands of a melancholy heart
I stood awaiting twilight, patiently...

Mindful eyes, peer through the glass.
Homes of humble people, it is presumed...

She waved,
And beamed a smile...

If happiness was a lifetime
and grievance not a breath...

Her sunny toes clicked
as she curled them...

The moon appeared whole that night
At rest, deep within your eyes...

I glanced at the clock,
it was nearly that moment again...

Concepts protrude,
beyond the fruit bowl...

Chestnut eyes skimmed a crisp page
of the free travel newspaper...

Bitter prickles
send feathers tracing...

With level ground to walk upon,
The warriors may drink tea...