Weeping Willow, cry! No more. The wolves will keep you... In good company.
Love me like it hurts It's not right, it's not fair; but -- Your love is my air
Brain babbles nonsense To me, as I drift to sleep I dream in Surreal
Slips right through the cracks. No one notices, or cares. Transcends the mundane.
The storm is patient Pets howl at the silence The lights flicker out...
Falls, relentlessly Blows with such condescension Capricious whimsy
You are a snowflake Jagged edges, crystalline Furtive in my grip.
What once flowed now drips You force it and spring a leak Story slowly drowns.
Truth is nocturnal Only visits me at night Whispers through the dark
Write, Linguaphile! Bleed Literature, tonight. Let the Words take flight.