windows

hush the formal flowers of dawn

they swing so sweetly

against the grain

wiping the trails of starlight

from the oaken hewn sky of time


the simple blunder of time

creating the rocky waves

laden with doubt

and shivering, crying for warmth.


oh sands of sadness

wash away my pain

my counterbalance widow begs, screaming


blue-struck, she falters

ripping

her hands lift gently from the sharp rocky shore

blood marked and cut

to bring notice to her wounds


she lifts her eyes and gazes upwards

expectant, surprised, in wonder

and alive

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natural breath

layers break like waves shorn away, enticed by the coast revealing the calm beneath brief moments of breath before another surface rises another hidden level touches sunlight until never changing neve

again, please

taken she stumbles glowing ever softly candlelight never to be snuffed out she bows humbly to the chance to relive the dawn

crowning

mistified the hollow wears a cloak of soft fabric a velvet veil of stardust settled hovering amidst earthly form hush a whisper carries brilliantly through the fog time is here we are now we have begu