blanketed in starless night, upon the dew-doused grass, he sleeps without a care beneath sugar scented maple trees. no greater comfort is there, than that which is wild and free; which unburdens the heart and soul, which long years made heavy.
The Soul of the Moment – A Quintilla
the soul of the moment, buried ‘neath the rust of moments that passed like smoke, wistfully waning. cast to grey tides, swallowed ‘neath, carried listlessly out to oceans vast.
The Night Shattered – A Tricube Poem
heedless soul grasp the night like glass smoke squeezing til it almost shatters cold gather shards like quartz snow glittered red