Tempered breaths, lids sink, sealed, Solid spine, grounded deep. Hubbub hushed,

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

Slipping, slowly, Struggling not to fall into dreaded dreamland. For some; a happy time of fantasy.

Pearly hue, mottles through, filmy, fitful panes. Cascading its shimmer, silently; fluidly, flooding the room.

Sundown upon me, meandering amongst them; enchanted, midst the dimness, inveigled by their mighty sway. Whirring winds

Cloaked in cloud, milky fullness, gleams but is not seen. A silvery shepherd,

I shall think of you as i breathe… Each breath of sorrow, joy and las… For once was love all that i did b… Now only standpoint mutterings do… Go off the deep end with chaotic s…

Day’s brightest star alights upon… breaking the horizon. He wakes; black mane, tainted auburn, sheening as he snuffles, shuffles,

Dewy twilight fell outside, transparent breeze crept in, washing over all. Midnight hours swallowed; a shared,

Wearily wafting, weightlessly, in buoyant, humid hue; Floating fearlessly, clutched in hazy radiance.

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

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