...layered up now.
Stifling silence storm, spreading like winter wildfire; Resolved to walk tall.
Pierce unknowns bravely, Her presence a mystery, must go anyway.
One or the other, awake or asleep, in thought or in dream, feels I’ve been for a week; With million-extra-minute days
Mind revolution, high resolution skyrise; races for prized eyes.
His wait at a station, as its only patron; lacking a track, it asks, “are you patient?”
Arctic island bound, self-subjugated stag, lost; light, hue, me, you: frost.
Left sung and wrung out, poured all in unknown ether, unsure of its fate.
Woods walking away, as all familiar fader, in distance greater.
Four long weeks passed now without an echo, despite the silence, I still can’t… I miss you with every star in the… I miss
Synchronicities, flowing droplets do cascade... see their path to sea.
Illusionary... our time, in liminal space; flux: ...so worth ......that face.
Nightmare herd haunts dark; Dread on million murder wing. (Thanks for face they bring.)
Didn’t let us Be; forgive me sweet Family; ...unmade memories.
Cold white silent snow; The shame leaving Us unborn: Lifelong epic love.
Deaf to the loudness; An angel’s voice so silent; Stars whisper her name.