The Titan lies with his wretched body opened and exposed,
so one can stand inside the emptiness that can fill a Halargian world.

Coffee drank with a pill
To get the rest so needed
Followed by closing eyes
And pulled towards the bed
Once lying on soft sheets
And head rested on pillows
The wave washes over me
And sends me away
Where colors warm me
To a kind of story
That entices my mind
And makes me think
Until you walk past me
And catch my attention
Then gray flows on in
A made black and white scene
As if my blood left me
And also from my dream
It is like a haunting
But I know you are there
Still real in my world
Yet visiting my helplessness
As you keenly do
Wandering in my dreams

Ink on the nib
Taken to note
Says all I can
As if I spoke

Prepared carefully
Been blown dried
Folded tightly
And then sent tied

Then one waits
Where its been
Only to wonder
If to be seen

If truly read
It would show
If kept closed
None would know

So the wishes
They were sent
Whether felt
As they were meant

The low spoken voice
Vibrates blonde strands near the ear
While tickling his lips

Sprawled on grassy plain
And facing the sky
With stained dress on
Where she does lie
As clouds bounced
On rays of light
And shadows flow
As they pass flight
Against blue shade
A black hue seen
By many wings flapped
From where that have been
Many grouped together
Flock by other name
Viewed the ground
Life has been claimed
As her breath leaves
And she lays still
So many crows
The sky they fill
A ****** seen
From both ends
To heaven both are
Yet a soul she sends

No poet has ever written
only to have one,
yet hundreds are written
to have only one.