Ethereal calm was sown by Naiades
Vague delight
Dead wood's paleness, bygone...


O weightless thought
Microscopic darwins.

Particles of a cruel hour-glass
That's filled with empty seed.
Raining down a poet's grave


Earily thy sad wind roars
Blows and weaves on torrid shores

Careworn mermaids flicker grey
Elderly thy morn-boughs sway


When the oddest foe entwines me
and ballads die away
When the witty moons pass by like habits

I'll starve in bleak dismay

Chasms whisper:

"Joy is numb...a fatal chalice...no escape"

Thou hath waltzed o'er pastures of frailty

With cygnets wrapped in moss
Murky day-dreams plague thee. O nadir
Thy energy disdained by sourness


Make thy loom of wisdom
Into a sprouting remedy

Be aware that thou shall mind
Thy timid orphaned naiades


A swarm of white owlets
To clear my lovesick heart