No devil may care for me tonight'
roaming, hunting a soul.
It is only a tinge of light
illuminating these corridors;
filled room to room with confessions,
murmurs adorn each one of their frames.

If only in my greatest tests
I can remain just like you..

To remain a confidence,
For all who are shun

To be our gratitude
In our adversity..

To be bright eyed
When clouds reach the forefront.

and to love, a love
Which paths knows no fork in the roads;
Seemingly your most simplest attributes
Yet your greatest knowledge.

Your absence instilled a winter
For which there’s no seasons;
Yet your warmth rivals it’s very summer....

Peculiar how my footsteps;
Can maintain weight.
For all my bones have wept themselves
To pure sulfur.

Usually a joyous occasion;
Colorful bundles of balloons,
Above those ambiguous cornerstones
Of my very home;

Yet betray a monochrome atmosphere,
Among each and every exchanged greeting.

Garlands of an afternoon delight
attempt to mask;
Monotone chatter among these walls.

It’s a silly little girl
Folding her little paper boat
To life;
Sailing without a map to her helm.
Silly little dreamer that one.