Add to ORKGin the evening winter is creme among shadows, belting mysteriously to grass and thinly-clad trees..
Fall is the stillness that comes creeping, Through the moonlight, In the dark setting of the sun..
Bare, pearl-white promise of the morning . Light, frivolous odors that weigh down the winds Curved a...
The blood of death would not shock this sun. The thin winter sun, bare trees, slim straight shadows....
Sleep is the black, heavy-winged butterfly Brushing its velvet powder in your brain..
The boulevard lights bounce from the pavement; The walkers speed their pace as the night chills. Lon...
As scent of freezia in the winter gloom Recalls the look of flowers long since dead, Bruised hearts ...
Tonight as I walked home through the thick darkness, Guided only by spots of light from the streetla...
Open dawn finds you masked, Sheathed in narrow shoulder, Locked in calm, ruffled sleep. Strange day ...
It is morning. The cool deliberate spacing of witless sun in a blind mute gray..
boy, boy, don\u27t start so— don\u27t listen in your sleep. . . it\u27s only the wind the wind runni...
sometimes in the morning when it\u27s still and silence is the only noise before the town turns on a...
The black fog stymies Feeble flashes from weakening grey soldiers To repulse the numbing conqueror..
Muffled yardlight eye reaches for the foggy earth Headlights pan Tires scratch into furrows Weeds br...
In the maddened darkness of my room light is an alien nightmare; only shadows drip from the lone lam...
in the evening winter is creme among shadows, belting mysteriously to grass and thinly-clad trees..
Fall is the stillness that comes creeping, Through the moonlight, In the dark setting of the sun..
Bare, pearl-white promise of the morning . Light, frivolous odors that weigh down the winds Curved a...
The blood of death would not shock this sun. The thin winter sun, bare trees, slim straight shadows....
Sleep is the black, heavy-winged butterfly Brushing its velvet powder in your brain..
The boulevard lights bounce from the pavement; The walkers speed their pace as the night chills. Lon...
As scent of freezia in the winter gloom Recalls the look of flowers long since dead, Bruised hearts ...
Tonight as I walked home through the thick darkness, Guided only by spots of light from the streetla...
Open dawn finds you masked, Sheathed in narrow shoulder, Locked in calm, ruffled sleep. Strange day ...
It is morning. The cool deliberate spacing of witless sun in a blind mute gray..
boy, boy, don\u27t start so— don\u27t listen in your sleep. . . it\u27s only the wind the wind runni...
sometimes in the morning when it\u27s still and silence is the only noise before the town turns on a...
The black fog stymies Feeble flashes from weakening grey soldiers To repulse the numbing conqueror..
Muffled yardlight eye reaches for the foggy earth Headlights pan Tires scratch into furrows Weeds br...
In the maddened darkness of my room light is an alien nightmare; only shadows drip from the lone lam...
in the evening winter is creme among shadows, belting mysteriously to grass and thinly-clad trees..
Fall is the stillness that comes creeping, Through the moonlight, In the dark setting of the sun..
Bare, pearl-white promise of the morning . Light, frivolous odors that weigh down the winds Curved a...