the light stolen fights its way back to our realm: the hue of birdsong turns gold
Tag: Singapore
dreams of numbing neon lights on alien shores
holding my breath: walking through a death cloud of river flies
chaos: as playful crows take turns surfing the cold ocean draft
quietly i lay in bed and build my dreams from scratch
the rain at last: the body freed learns to the breath again
this spring day silence reigns supreme
paleness of aether evolves into grey within this sacrilegious cavity of space
outside the window: the limbless tree stands aghast against the cold winds of dawn
summer’s fire lights the gentlest of petals like a wick counting down to the end of day