The empty park, scattered
The onset of afternoon rain
In hidden symphony reflecting my thoughts
Of seemingly veiled dangers
The exposure of earthly fears
A flowing melody
Touches my sin
Its slow isolation,
And the gray of the sky
Stark,
Almost naked,
The inverted backdrop to my illusions
Playing themselves against
a solitary wind the trees
Delight in
The spaces within the silences
The dark I find myself in when I close my eyes