I slept through all of my pretty dreams tonight.
And so naturally the only thing I was left with were the pretty blue morning sunrises.

Your candle smiles
bring me warmth through the rain
and calm                                 but I like
                                                            the
                                                                fall

Morning Mourning:

Sunsets sadden me
when they burn out
and concede the night
into morning darkness

The black wind howls louder always
under the star-struck landscape.

The heavens always seem closer under the softened
glow of the washed-out, black skies.

I sit on sidewalks and see more than mountaintop highways ever
could dream of.

Ice is just hardened water, frozen under the trepidation of winter. Springtime
romances soften it and shine it to new lights.