The dust blows softly.
Strangled breaths kiss the air.
Dancing around a warm fire,
Stillness inhabits an estranged soul.

The land is unstable, darkness falls over the trees.
The silhouettes merge and create a sinister enemy.

Molten Lava rocks, a burial ground for old bark,
Deceased fish lie unharmed.
I leap and skip.

Turbulent travels, a perilous experience,
Never leave with half a heart.

Filled tissue boxes, and set on a calm spring.
The night devours the flame.
Barefoot, I defy the moon.

Stand in an old room,
To feel the presence of a memory.
Reminders circle my feet at light steps,
I stop, and say goodbye to remembrance.