I packed my aspirations within their proper places
A tidy seam of sunlight that required minute spaces
An old hatbox of images revealing silver brushed faces
I wrapped the other me; you know of which I speak
Time has softly shifted me upon sunset's gentle peak
To waltz in twilight's scent amid the solace that I seek
Amongst these footless steps, the raindrops fail to hide
The longings within me, as I wait for a ride
Across cascades and gullies and waves at high tide
Tasseled stalks of corn from my window view
A few pink lilies amid lambency's dew
A life without stars or a love, tried and true
