...Her eyes pale
as she stares
at the night sky
of a moonless dream
Wondering
if tomorrow's worth
another breath
She speaks in a monotone
a dull whisper
of deluded sanity
"what is worth to tell
when nobody listens?"
Disarray of light
darkened hindsight
...blinded!
Succumbed into nothingness
Failure
of choice... failed
to choose
Letting go
isn't always the road
to happiness...

...Seven days of
crawling beneath the heavens
have passed
the sun of a pale warmth
seemed to have
forgotten
that I am
still
here
Perhaps I stayed
under the shadow for too long
or the shadow devoured
each cry
and fallen into deaf ears
I cried for water
you gave me salt for my hunger
Looming at a distance
a different sunrise
of hope in despair
I see a refuge
salvaged by a
lightning...

...There lies a plane
in every page of a blank book
where the colors of void
transcend
into a trance
of a silent dark
Beckoning a truth
detached
from chains of pride
beyond the burden
of the earth
beneath an old tree
inscribed by man
Cascading candle tears
signals a quill of its time to journey
into worlds
with the whispers of the wind
and a torch
that lights a painting
of fire...
Soon the flame will wane
blackness
will be absolute
and the dead knows
by the death of a candle
a poet will be born...

...Dreams are made
when the world is quiet
A slumber into the deep
not of the abyss
neither of the drowning
Stillness
as perfect as
Her dance in the fire
Then a rainbow of men
twisted by colors
of deceiving skies
Hidden stains of a cloud
whispers a nightmare
and Her songs
succumbed into
despair...