Mosaic shards of glass Form a rhythmic scene That manifests it’s intent By stalking me in my dreams Showered in exotic colors Translucent to the eyes I wake up in a fit of sweat Knowing not the reasons why
Empty streets Hope, dismissed Fears of a wave Of being swept away Abandoned faith Dust it tastes Mortal to the core Fear leads to no shore Hope makes you live If you believe
At sunset The sky turns in liquid gold The trees with forgotten leaves Promised, new to grow Orange pinwheel, rolls down the hills The shadows of the bark, evenly spill on the grey grained roads Shining bright and dark The twilight begins