it smells like roast beef
maybe its chicken, who knows
possibly turkey
verdant forest drenched
colossal rain now falling
the parched dawn laments
mottled sky of red
the sea’s cobalt mask changes
moonlight surfacing
gloomy ghost tonight
in the closet hiding mute
the rattling hangars
staring up above
rocky peaks shiver my spine
the way down is death
laughing like back then
everything I still hold in
makes me remember
lying still in shadow
beyond the suns horizon
under the willows
trees now in napping
ice on their petals and leaves
inside they are warm
falling in spiral
through the earths moldy center
almost to china
reaching for your hand
it was missing, left behind
a rich man has it