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

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…

Amidst the woody opalescence; clammy, creeping undergrowth, and stooping heavy boughs, they wait. A gradually growing blanket

Subdued and moonless, breaks the dawn, delivering the year; boisterous gloom, percussing panes,

Synchronised elementally, attuned thoughts, raging solemnly. Ripping through trees, throwing leaves,

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

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

Palpitation pressure flow. Insides flinch, break-beat, grow. Clotted frizzies,

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,