Sometimes,

Slippery stones appear,

From nowhere. ...

He’s waiting.

For winter to come.

Soon it’ll be time. ...

Seconds.

Stuck in time.

It’s still 19:18. ...

Staring at the world.

Eyes that sense.

Expression that speaks. ...

Red,

Pleases the eye.

Pink, ...

Colorful tiles,

Camouflaging,

The stark cold feel, ...

Cool and breezy.

Summer’s waning days.

Flying fish, ...

Sun-lit plants.

Birds veiled,

In streaks of shadow. ...

The path’s clear.

Straight,

But not smooth. ...

Some days,

Feel cold.

Inside, ...

I too was there.

Mesmerized.

Cheering. ...

Wood,

Within wood,

Hanging on wood. ...

If I were a lamp,

Waiting,

Under blue skies, ...

Hazy afternoons,

When clouds paint,

A doubting sun. ...

Strange days.

When a hazy sun,

Struggles, ...

Remember when we met?

You were scared,

Guard up, ...

Surrounded by beauty,

Yet bearing cracks,

For the world to see. ...

Sometimes,

Even those,

Built like stone, ...

So close.

Almost there.

Then I’m free, ...

Eyes that stare in silence,

Piercing the soul.

Yet “you” don’t understand. ...