Darkness yields without a fight.
in notes that fail.
I need a hammer-
am I breathing..
As severed Suns burn in West.
The wind scalds sharp,
Then freezes cold-
Attrition between young and old.
Treaties signed in endless battles,
specious plagues and whispered tattles.
Sweat stained struggles,
making peace, not war with me.
In faded pictures
my dialogue with hills and trees,
with moody clouds and grumbling seas;
With head unbowed,
voice raised to speak,
from broken heart and scrabbled knees
this awkward unrepentant prayer
to foolish dreamers everywhere..