Quiet Endless Oblivion
the horizon speaks in muted tones; it remembers light
all things that are unseen rest within reach
weaving stars with forgotten tapestries, blame nocturnal silence
Infinite Rounds
winds kiss alabaster lilies; despair is wrapped in bloom
remote memory, a symphony of entangled sound ----
below the surface, rows of boundless logs, rustling softly
the last murmur of twilight envelopes softly