grasping for ideas
a tired mind devoid of thoughts
channeling static
haiku
SILICA
all the shifting sands
upon which we build ourselves
fall through an hourglass
Hope
after the snowfall
a last rosebud is revealed
hope is painted red
Snow
last night there was snow
morning came and it was gone
all purity dies
The Rowan Bleeds
it is December
and from her darkest branches
blood spills to the ground
Unchained
bind not Thanatos
for immortality chained
imprisons us all
Tombstone
a silent angel
weeping tears that never fall
save when the rain comes
North Wind
a north wind arrives
and in the waiting forest
the trees are laughing
Days
give me no more days
I have had more than enough
to define this life
First Advent
there are no candles
just the dead eyes of strangers
reflecting the lights
the blighters rock 