writing seasons that I hear
a conscious peripheral stares out there
every move near or far a quiet sort of guy saying
nothing ‘oft times a hidden cry stirs the curtains
sway autumns lullaby flowing winds of dry
leaves in uncertainty weather ever real
never too suspicious but wonders
from time to time whether
you can feel how
isolated its
daze
do
you
know
beyond the
gaze......... hello..?

nighttime comes all too soon the
day is gone along with tune eyes search
corners dark like a morning dawn never notice
even one silent feeling grows inside crescent
moon doesn’t really mind you didn’t know
wasn’t trying to hide but still longed
to proclaim maybe explain
why talking it over
somewhere
inside

cry

variation
idly fills the spaces... deviations
modification... it was so blind of me carelessly
affirming I’ve seen the faces read the gifted few some
escaped the places blue led inside stifled time break
the games break the chains of mind break the
rush of autumn unwind watch the fall

snow