Wake with the seeds,
shaking in the spectral breeze.
pale as the winter leaves.
Laced in debris is a portrait of phantom appeal.
Entangled in eye-splice a waltz on the edge of surreal.
"We should never leave this place,
we should stay right here and be by ourselves.
Lost in this unconscious space,
time will slowly take our pace where we were.
Darkness has a somber grace,
generations lost, effaced thoughts inside.
Knots untied can not erase,
steps attempting to retrace every move."