in shadows weepsadness speaks of sorrowin dreaded dreama envision what isn'tholding tight to hopemy heart faints under the pressureparables of eternity fall from my lipsa metaphor of fate worriesit is a blackbird taken flightwith no place to landhaunting my...

Anchors slip away in a sea, calmed by nightly solitude.   A puff of wind, eases a bedroom shade open.   A flake of dust, drifts alone, gently on.