chords come to my ears ...
enter my soul like a flock of birds,
that break the morning silence
conquering this sleepless solitude ...
collide with the tenacity of the walls of a hardened soul
probably time ...
Y senses awake, hounding
disdain
allows the skin out a sweat
Dew Drop
pain that does not show it much ...
The compass cradles,
reassuring, comforting ...
Here's breviary
a sort of disjointed story,
blanch'd caresses, wet
moons unclaimed
where emotion gets warm
time ago,
sun and shadow becomes ...
