
i have still not learned to
unexpect all the things
even the moon might
choose to hide shy
behind her pale veil
at least some of the times
impenetrable clouds
mar my view
i turn eyes from
skies to soil
to readjust anew

i have still not learned to
unexpect all the things
even the moon might
choose to hide shy
behind her pale veil
at least some of the times
impenetrable clouds
mar my view
i turn eyes from
skies to soil
to readjust anew

my slow break echoes
through and through
an empty world
timber splintered decay
how long the weary
before even weary
must fall down?
pale songs cut
our rebel selves

invisible i
and they
could care less
that my skies
have gone out
laying there
atop those
hollow hills
all night

the myths we make
of ourselves, those
pretty things untrue
a longing for silence
in this sodden head
to rest, buried deep
& loam embraced
drifting through

i wraith empty halls
where you cannot
see me even if
i tried
outside, a mournful owl
rages at the moon
his love lost
to this endless sea

my hands carry scenes
from a different winter
stiff with memories
yet to come
blood crust blades the snow
windswept carved the land
why only the never?
antlers stand silent of stone

like any fool
i remain clueless
watching maple seeds
helicopter from
sky to grass
wondering if,
like unspoken words,
they have any
intent