shadows enfold the sunlight

as when blood seeps from my wounds.

fading brightness to dark delectable night.

night life – eyes wide and hypnotizing

yawns are stifled an the pen

returns from his solitude.

fresh thoughts awaken while the world sleeps

this dark death is life-

a living breathing speaking

reminiscence of (my own) humanity.

deep thick titles of thoughts roll off a gentle soul and

I cherish every syllable I speak

(to myself)

my silver glowing mood

speaks elegies and epilogues

to stories never spoke aloud.

but soon.

my reign must end and

i must again conform to

the benign experience

of mortality.