…Waiting under a moonless sky of
gray dawns
created by my sleep
the rain seeking for
a silver drop
cascading but never a tear
A maybe of
uncertainties and
a quiet numb
growing into a bloodless
streamless
breath…
Lights were once flooding
a rainbow of unicorns
never been a withering
Wanderings never were
an aimless journey
unlike those tides
desperately washing
the sands
away…