I am in hiding from the unabashed sun

The clouds drift overhead and shade my view

But every time it peeks out from behind

I rear my eyes, I stay inside, 

but through the windows

It tickles my face

Licks at my watering eyes

Laughing at me



I am sad on this beautiful day

I am alone and cherishing things not had
Wishing for a friend

Lively conversation

Beauteous, poetic, saturated melody

To serenade the natural landscape

A sprawling painting

A perfect illustration of untamed uniformity

Alas
I am
Fettered in a box

Rotting away

As my eyes gain weight
but never alleviate

Their dams and turn to drying