Soft willow bends to trace the river's seam,unraveling the path where currents glide.Two wings descend—a flash of cobalt blue—to stitch the water drawing silver through.Dark silk, while willow secrets softly weep,as cobalt wings ascend towards the sun,Leaving the willow...

Look what a hot ember it is! Dipped into a fiery horizon from which hell screams, torching a bleeding cold blue sky.   The barricade of night, thawed into a limp mold can no longer hold a form upheld by nocturnal façades.   Tis’ a day of new beginnings. Why...

 Sun-weary painter done bleed 'is las' paint, Pour purple an' rose-gold pon Attic sky.Twilight seep deep, cool an' sweet like a saint,Dem ol' window bones drink light, never dry.Inside dat hollow temple, stone gone cold,Sunset catch fire where no glass...