Soon, the lights will dim
Soon, the moon will flash - snapping lightbulb
Keep close, the sight will be gone soon

When she said she was leaving
I had nothing to say
The door opened
The door shut
And the wind whipped the jagged rocks
Of the tumultuous bay

Bags beneath the eyes
Chicken feet for hands
Attention to detail
Getting me nowhere

Nights spent staring through bent glass
Grass bending like uncertain love
Promises so fragile and flawed like we are
A last request for the ******

And when tests turn temperatures south
Mouth puckering due to dryness
The ocean weeps tears of ignorance
Wondering why it was born with so much power

Painted moon silver terrace cast in slivers
Procrastinating beauty, you are the skyline
Forever, never ending, never dying
Eternally sleeping while awake and dreaming

A fresh start
A new day
An absent smile
A backwards glance

To take this dance underneath black match sky
A man away from wife tethered to a lie
Even work loads bury the mind in material temptations
The ink-less pen drops into man's need for manifestations

Yet, through the solid sheets of grey Bay mist
I continue to trample over the cold sidewalks kiss
Seeking no end, I hold no beginning
An unmarked grave with no need for saving

Over the hill and through the trees
The river runs west towards the ocean.
And I saw the white froth; the tips of the waves;
Their edges a sharpened razor and butcher blade;
And witnessed a place not be controlled,

Only obeyed.