Meet me at the edge of
Your universe
We will travel
To your parallel
Where we find
Yourself
In such opposite.

The end has paddled
It's way through waves
Crashed upon the shores
Of Roman soil.
They wait for the
Rain from winter's plague.
Riding the desert highway
Across the northern lands.
Spreading on the cold face
Of a european escape.

I've been in my mind
For quite some time.
It has become lonely.
The suffering has done much crime.

No stop it's fine
It's truely okay.

Just get through dawn
And break away.

A wise man once muttered

  – Seize the day

Tell the people to sit
         and pray

Forgetting my mind,
                  It has increased
                  Its decay…

I hear its crashes, like a sudden wave
knocks upon the formless shores.
It's resonant echoes prevail the
skies obedient structure.
The power of the lightning's
Roar casts out into open flame
across the weeping sky.

Above comes down the fragile
tears, beating upon the ground.
The weariness of the shivering
winds blows through the doors.
Eliminating structure of all
established natives.
Hope is left soaked in the soils
of the earth's truest form.

Sounds of rain
Bounce off
My window pane
The night
Can feel
Ever so bright
Yet full of
Gloom
The sheer clouds
Cover up
The lambent moon

This night advances past the evening.
The dead moonlight shines in, gleaming.
The tick of the clock is the present sound.
The tea kettle boils on stove, steaming.

A burst of wind punches through the windows.
The candle light's flame no longer shows.
Gently, a sound trees sway through the night.
The tea kettle screeches like a train's whistle.

As shadows crawl across the wall.
midnight moonlight minimally falls.
Light travels down the hallway.
But it dims down and settles as dull.