The willow bends,
My fingers grasp.
The ink of night
Spills ebony dreams
Upon my midnight mind.
Whisked away
To the sparkle of
Sullen nightmares,
I risk the rhyme,
Let my voice escape
The knife-like rocks
And swim like dust
Dissolving into the
Rustic river.
The hourglass sands
Choke away the little
While engulfing the big.
Special hearts glistening
Blood like a child
Who just discovered paint.