She stands amid the chanting mass
crushed on all sides like a pebble between...

The ache never leaves,
a constant reminder...

Summer in a single bite
that lingers in the mouth...

The glint of gold amongst the green
a berry ripe with autumn’s sun...

The final word is written
My pen is dry of ink...

Even the clouds have ears
when she plays...

A single kiss
can tattoo a rainbow...

Gripped fast in tides swell
and unable to break free...

In annual repetition he came,
Sorrow sweeping the path before him...

Tumbling wave swept notions crash through realism
to spill into humdrum normality...

Churning assimilation in guts torn open to reveal
bleak innards meshed in manias grip...

Pedestal flame I raised you far too high
Unreachable amongst the stars above...