Heavy hopelessness,A sense of that mortal dread,Dispersed with a kiss.We are thankfully simple,To grasp hope so easily.
The moon rises dark,Like a shadow of night sky,A hollow above.So reflected in my cup,May this drink be bottomless.
A chain of street lamps,Illuminate the path home,For all such sweet fools:By virtue of youth and wine -Immortal for but a while.
She smiled and moved close,The screen alight in her eyes,"Let me just show you."These millennium children,Do they know they shine so bright?
I just texted you.You're being ridiculous -No, I just got back.Of course I'm fine. Well, I mean...It's nice to hear your voice, too.
A fool's bawdy laugh,Jingles in my empty head,Ringing home old cheer.I envy the mirthful gits,No thoughts can brew no troubles.
To each, a long task,Subdued in memories lost,A Purpose set clear:Vagrant souls, pour your sorrowInto cups of golden song.
I wish wings anew,To fly once more in the sky,In glory again,Forgiven for my trespass,and the sin of a free will.
Softly she sharpensSilver spears, shimmering suns,Stab slowly, sweetly,Selecting sworn suitor-slaves.Soon: selfless suicides.
Iron bells singing,Gently lilting perfume breeze,Students' deep discourse.I turn a page with the wind,The sun, my love, my warm light.