As the ghost of a kiss left lingering still damp,on the collar of morning with such quiet hands,a softer shade of surrender to return,on the perimeter of awaking, unfinished.Torn from slumber, encumbered by dawn,yearning still for starlight and feeling...

At first, only a whisper— then the wind flew, tugging the horizon loose, somewhere else.Etched in the sky's blue ink,showering me with leaves,listening to the way,the wind flies.Just before dawn— it steals my breath,tells me to follow,so I do.Now...

The corpse of epiphany gripping my soul's revelation like a ghost's accusation clattering in the cold sod's attic of my mind's insanity. Or perhaps it was just the bones of ice in my whisky's glass coffin whispering lies in...