To walk in the Sun

Time stands still

Outside of me

Lost in gazing

Outside the window

Flickering sheets

Blank stares all day

Wistful glances

Outside all day

Aircon bubble

Constantly constant

Terrarium trap

Constantly day

Tireless timing

Wasting away

Meandering mind

Constantly outside.

Wonder Wall

Drips, pools to a flow.
Flash, quick, unknown.
Fleeting surprise, ebb and flow.
Flow in, and out.
Out faster than the
Gathers.
Chain without ball.
Wonder,
Wonder,
Wall.

Frost's Epilogue

A hard hue to hold,
Is Nature's first green, gold.
Sinking grief weighs oh so,
Any high, ends in low.

Eden as Gomorrah,
A difference not so far.
Like day and night,
Very often we lose sight.

A fulfilling life, ends in nothing but death.

Upon the plain of black and white,

it will be greycast;
but never has it been
more certain than when our pre-
technicolour hearts
(interweave and then) collapse into
a valley of monochromatic green,
where my castle
is vessel to your queen.