The river of time continues to flow,
and yet here I stand -- unmoving.

a hue deepening from the baby blue
of the desperate sky to the midnight
blue of the harrowing ocean floor

i had forgotten what it felt like
to sink into the opaque depths
of despair and drown as my deep
sea monsters watched and laughed

even with my feet touching the
ocean's core, i still can't tell
which way is up

water the plants
first the dying
then the healthy
but you've forgotten
which one is which
or just haven't paid attention
so the dying
wilts away
leaves turn to a frown
as green turns to brown
you smile away
at your green succulent
as the other fades to mold

raggy,
risten to rhis,
"rells rike reen spirit"
r-I ruv rirvana raggy
rotgun to his head
now Rurt's dead

We fell like the leaves
I blew away with the wind
a warm heart only believes
summer will never end

i should have known
there would come a day
when winds would blow
and birds would fly away

a bare branch heaves
swinging in the wind
indian summer deceives
the cold is setting in

the joy of no longer feeling numb,
but no longer feeling everything at once.
the joy of the quiet in my head because I belong to you.

This note sounds different
that the day plays against the night
its last thin shafts of blinding might
releasing yellow and mauve
slakes the house's white door bright
and i can no longer open my eyes
hearing this sound of so much exhaling
at darkness' returning cool thick cloak