Oh, fraudulent emotions!
Walk tall, as horizon light
breaks the body,
and reflects the spirit.

Wind bellowing,
speaking in vowels,
which one would hope
to linger;
hope that the
disconcerting sound
can linger.

Horizon line envelops
the light, and
the darkness
swallows
the moon.

The wind calms.
The surly night is
quiet,
is kept.

Waiting for the day:
light
to break the
body,
and reflect
the spirit.