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