your deep face
when the night breaks out
for the quiver truth.
for you the sprouting new age
that hurts the shadow sitting in the corner.
watching you, Shiver.
your saddened voice
to hear if the
dying day still had a hope
a tiny whisper to spread
a formal good to see you go.
your uneasy heart
burns the true emotions
and erupts the volcano of
good old memories.
days that had
two souls with differed priorities
but a cup to share.
your deep face
good bye may miss you
the soul in peace
you keep the lights alive
on the same chair
to chase the same dream.
do you dream?
through this winter
next summer, the lasting rain
the nights might be mellow;
with the sounds of ghostly quacks
the day might be shallow;
with the noises, you breathe in.
the shadow still there
in the corner,
wrapped under the vapor
you breathe out.
