Behind a blinking twinkle, difference disappears, swirling midst an onyx cave, masked, like moon from sun.

Wearily wafting, weightlessly, in buoyant, humid hue; Floating fearlessly, clutched in hazy radiance.

Sundown upon me, meandering amongst them; enchanted, midst the dimness, inveigled by their mighty sway. Whirring winds

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

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

Glazed veils, overflow; crack, with surging chills. Briny despair, on the verge of eruption,

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

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…

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

As if a storm cloud burst. Leaves… Plumes of them across the sky. Bu… Hazy colours. Crimson, orange, go… past. Delicately brushing my face,… my senses. Such a beautiful scene,…

Static. White noise. Deafening silence, overflows; trickling webs

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