Poised to pounce, behind a filmy glaze, a blackness, filled with everything, and nothing.

Twitching instinct snapping clarity, dry eyes dazzled, puzzled; blinking,

Synchronised elementally, attuned thoughts, raging solemnly. Ripping through trees, throwing leaves,

Magical silence, frames soulful melody, woeful beauty, endearing refrain. Chills nip my spine,

Morning’s sun, subtly dulled. So perfect does enact such shattered souls. The mist - delicate,

Day after the longest, lounging to sounds; traffic drone, plucks from strings swelling in the whispering

Amidst the woody opalescence; clammy, creeping undergrowth, and stooping heavy boughs, they wait. A gradually growing blanket

Slipping, slowly, Struggling not to fall into dreaded dreamland. For some; a happy time of fantasy.

Palpitation pressure flow. Insides flinch, break-beat, grow. Clotted frizzies,

You sit and count my freckles. As we lay in dream-filled daze, in dappled shade, beneath a leafy bough. An infinite task in the midst of s…

I shall think of you as i breathe… Each breath of sorrow, joy and las… For once was love all that i did b… Now only standpoint mutterings do… Go off the deep end with chaotic s…