Light croons in the morning rise,
The slow demise-
                  the reductant night shedding
False, deciding it's time for the stars to turn and moon to cycle

the garden shadows
twist in daylight,

            The dance of the world

The girls in the crowd
With your restful eyes,
With your careful
Killer abroad his
shoulders

The red gated community
sits idle, w/an unhindered title
The creatures are spectators of the seasonal phenomenons,
Leaves expend their death-green souls

Their corpses cringing w/the bitter
wind exhausting its skeleton breath over
the landscape.

Like fish in a bronze painted ocean,
We swam the surface
         and killed the setting sun's
               panorama-horizon.

Whenever there is light,
we dwell,
                   Cling to the murky abyss
                                below
And when the great, pearl moon
comes dancing its way through the dead sky,
Like a long forgotten shaman-hail,

We are free.

She dances thru my thoughts,
Light in her heels
Hair flowing,
Twisting golden like great copulations between the finest elements.
Eyes, delicate
Fierce,
Royal blue as the fountains of Rome

She speaks,
Although I cannot hear
           As I am consumed by
Breathlessness at the
wandering eye that catches
her intrigue.

**** silence with words,
Talk, compose
It's all you've got left

A poem for you
My darling,
Bathing in my arms