The clock ticks

As I drink my RED tea

The glass drops

Into infinity

Of timelessness


Gray sparks

Fill the SKY

Making a melancholy glow

Across the


Pink sunset


Darkness falls

Or perhaps DESCENDS

With grace


Swift death


Crescendos are lapsing

UPON decrescendos

As the music

Of silence

Fills my ears


The dark pits in my hands

Consume ME

But my feet

Refuse to stop their walk

Upon the moonlit lake