Whispers flicker,

With the turn of a page,

Rain beats down heavy on panes.

As I sip on my tea,

I hear a faint plea,

“Please sir,

Could you help me today?”

“Certainly sir, what is it?”

“I’m stuck!

And I’d do well to add,

I’m dyslexic as fuck!”

I hear a sharp gasp,

As his helper replies

“But knowing your language

Is primary!

If you can’t read or write,

With the gift of your sight,

T...

Purpling waves of crimson,

Roll around the ragged crag,

Faint whispers of the eddies,

In my ear.

Before me sinks the valley,

Behind me rise the pines,

Our sun's untimely death,

Draws to a near.

Fear of living lightless,

Awakened to the cold,

Grateful for the hand I get to hold.

Cross your palm with mine, dear

Lets go dancing through the pines,

I’ll keep you warm throughout this

Winter’s night...