Towered nerves and twisted knots.
Crumbled paper;
witty words to be sought.
Fear wagers
with the bitter gambler of the night,
as your luminous aura
blinds all sight.

Slow drops
of stilled water fall.
Pendulems creep to the ticking of clocks.
Wind whispers to all
and grasps the truth at heart,
flailing its secrets.

Oceans breathe into the night
with glistening stars as lights.
Grains of sand speak into the breeze
with hollow pieces of the sea.
I listen closely to hear the ocean chatter
as my body begins to freeze.

Bristling branches
become twisted,
curtsying in the early dawn.
The sun slowly creeps
into the misted woods.
The sweet song
flows softly
with love and life to yearn.

Our hearts are devoured.
The time is here to come.
For tomorrow morning,
I will be gone.