Within an hourglass,
blood was dripping as...

You catch feathers
from mid air...

They called me a psychopath,
but you looked into my eyes...

Her small face rested on my arms,
for I have approached her broken part...

The coffee hymn in the morning
was our best harmony, we always...

As the moon
approaches...

Moonlit clouds tailored a silver sky,
peaking stars shadowed her face...

I saw your
shadow...

December approaches its end,
clouds trail mountain tips...

It’s funny how we don’t account for time,
as he just finds his way and slips right...

You’re not an illusion
you’re real to me...

I anchored my faith to you.
My feet stopped kicking cold...