My mental state melted,
I can only describe like a...

I row my teaspoon through my coffee
mulling over water that has passed...

... once again..
.. I would be woken, by two voices raising; faded...

some times she would mumble
some say it was jumble...

I
caught...

An age-old golden artist glows
as it meanders upon a journey...

Show us to a way so we can then show
train us in ways so as we can then train...

Anchored upon bare terra firmA
Drowned in a place of desolateD...

A solo performance-
you played out; within me...

leaves saunter the air
the wind shakes hands with Autumn...

April showers us
With rays of sunshine and warmth...

I gather kindling of compulsion
shavings of cravings...