Summer in a single bite
that lingers in the mouth...
So now what comes to pass
as flutters shift where...
Time stops dead and all sounds cease.
Air thickens, cloying and almost sweet...
At last awaken senses
dulled by subjugation...
A Stranger Watching Life Pass By
Is this all there is...
Here, upon this greying carpet
midst the shards of...
Trust me,
The time for tears...
Suspended here up high
amid the fickle cobwebs...
The princess stood at the top of the tower
and stomped her feet and cried...
Peaceful recollections blur sharp edges
as under summers sun time reverses...
There is no dreaming here.
No beauty left in washed out...
The paper rustles as she turns the page
searching for an illustration she can understand...