The clouds striate      
and stratify
into the gray.
In the divide
a candle bloom
consumes the night
as shadows stray,
and shadows stray,
to coalesce
and incarnate.
As shadows stray,
and shadows stray,
like travelers
of the arcane.

And thunder rolls
down a stale sky
into the fray
of a twilight.
A candle bloom
consumes the night
as shadows stray,
and shadows stray,
to coalesce
and incarnate.
As shadows stray,
and shadows stray,
like travelers
of the arcane.

In the current and shifting shapes
that crystallize in cresting waves
to crash beneath dissolving dreams
like a cold conduit to sleep
to hold a candle to the flame
and nothingness it palliates

Had I been there
never lately
everything is
ever changing
everything is
over rated
a unique sense
of desperation
nothing less could
satiate this
nothing less could
alleviate us

Cascading fog
and shafts of light,
columns of ash,
a rolling blue,
a million miles
and more of you.

A somber sky
and primrose peaks
eclipse and spell
to new degrees
as shadows settle
in the earth
like sediment
before the surge.

Ethereal

The fog rises
and i suspend.
I see myself
from overhead.
Will you endlessly
await?
I'll wander back
to you someday.
Its a never
ending trial.
Its another
wheel of fire.