Submissions by Krowzwish

Misty morning,
The cold gets warm inside me and slips away
The sunlight flashes through like a sparrow
The lake miscounts the stones in it
The buildings vie for more fog

Misty city,
He reaches his hand out with a smile
I reach mine out with a rush
Hands clasp in ultimate confusion
Rhetoric questions greet with familiar courtesy

Misty journey,
I won't be offended by him
He won't be disappointed by me

We have not cuddled with it,
we have not taken vows with it,
we have not climbed mountains with it,
we have not had beer with it.

without it we will not die
when it's late we are not worried
we cannot differ its cry or smile
we do not know who it likes

but one thing is certain
we believe undoubtfully
that it shall be back next spring

Cold sky drives me out
I decadently trample the withered leaves
And say to the bare trees:
My days are meaningful

Empty park drives me out
I mock the dust-covered benches
and the curvy trails lying in despair
and say to the flowers in their last breath:
My days are meaningful

A man who measures the time with his feet
Stomps my extending shadow and passes me by
With my bleeding heart
I try to transcend the sun and say:
My days are meaningful

Yet the trees keep standing tall with strange hope
The...