Shadows reaching from her silence....
Waiting for their arrival these words this day
Tis, his poet's way ? Drawn from the waters
Never knowing when or where; clearing love's passage
Tranquil blue skies an empty beach another palette
Dimensions peering through the glass ? A severed branch..
Vivid colours her new borne leaves these trees as she
Of vibrant verdant dreams, still, swaying within this wind ?
Closing an age his shutters and gray; left turning away until then.