I led a stone in shy darkness across the sky, Covered with black thunders clouds and holy shroud. Minor drops fell like cold flakes of snow, Through my eyes, little do I know. Less upon the lakes then I stood,…

I am a walker stone, shining dimple pearl, I am a musty flower, blinking dark desire. Shadows and mellows, they sing along, For blue skies and midst of thoughts. I repent for pillars of memorials I saved, And mannerism dismayed…