Me, the revived
Reveller
Vanquished and smiling

I see the night
Upon this day
And stare intent at the stars and the sun

My mouth, dry
A desert of contemplation
Sands of…

Time is it?

Cliché.

Break

Tear

A desert of saguaro
And rhythm!

Don’t go
Don’t leave

Only live

Only look
Stop to breathe

I am the night
Upon this day
Now glisten in the light of my sun and our stars

It is time
So speak…

I love this rain
Etched in time
And stenciled in my head, locked in the scent of

droplets

I am pure,
Washed by the rain
Bathed by the wind
Lapped at to per
fection

Implication is mine

Too stubborn to see
Too mundane to look

Too good for me?
Too much to see?

Not enough to shout at

My smile appalls you

Because I do not
Lap timidly at yours…