The night air’s cold hand
reaches down and pulls my breath
in shards from my chest.
Crimson clouds hang low.
The day’s embers glow softly,
burning down to dusk.
Drops of falling rain,
Waiting, outstretched tongue.
Desperately seeking my
The past is a guide;
A companion who leads you
Into the future
Waves, softly lapping
Dappled light wanders.
Across the lush, verdant grass
I go to freeze on dark tides
I wake before three.
for another’s riches
Dark flowers bloom as Small drops of rain release the Incense of the earth
The arc of her back Revealed in alabaster Carved by the moonlight
Winter shore winds blow Swirling my daughter’s hair as We search for sea glass
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