does the prettiest flower light a horizon
prettier than her?
Can any martingale sing a melody
with her perfection?
Heaven is on the horizon,
a glow of earthly crimson,
An orchard of apple trees,
set on a hill
in dimming backlight.
Blossoms glow from her limbs.
Seasons work magic,
Calm is all a glow,
distance is relative,
when seeing life
renewed.
Life is a circle,
of red glimmers
and yellow hues.

Clouds wind floating
    into the trees tall climbing
spires and pillows
     blend
I lay down
     to take them in,
Feel the Earth revolve.
          feel the breeze.
Atmosphere.

1.
stirring the coffee.
caffeine and tears.

2.
ragged by his weighty hands
ravaged

3.
daymare on countermelody
cushioned lava mumbling

4.
feverish harmonic echoes
of dying forevers

5.
a smoke. the dark.
he stumbles.

6.
sipping the coffee.
nodding: dark alley.