Once upon a time I climbed
a tree, up here I was carefree.
But as I reached the top, an invite
of views now gifted upon me.

Could I breath in these views of
grandeur, as I leaned on a sore knee.
I'll never give up majestic illustrations,
this sight I gaze upon beyond expectations.

Words fly from my reflection
          the pendulum of my mind
                     slowing exponentially.

When the last feather falls
             will I keep in time.


                                                    I'm forever fading....

I never drank out of my
                        empty vessels..

They were expendable
                              holders.

Instead I put Ketchup in them,
            my chips diving deeply.

Every so often a chip would sink
       into this cup sinking slowly...


Only to be found once the potato morsels
                had clung to every tomato..

Syllables collect like vacant shells
           on a shore of nonconformity.

Willing the thoughts now washing up
             to be converged vividly.


     We gaze at many horizons,
collecting upon us, are we to be
                               washed away...

Or will our reflections be that
       which we swim within,
               be that which we heed in word..

Polyanthus sunsets greet
the hollow days, where the
sun is sheathed behind a
cauldron of dormant pillows.

Where hibernation closes
eyes of many a beast, and
man wished he could slumber
through rigid months breath.

Though we plough upon the
white flurries settling new each
day. We gaze upon the frozen
stars lingering aloft on cold nights.