Silver shimmering
the earth; Treasure I thought
Had faded away.
the writings and photos of amoniel, a little romantic, eyes wide open since birth.
Dry grass sprinkled in
fresh snow elates the heart
Blue, tan and white, love.
Why is my heart a
Black hole? My mind a windy
field of barley.
I am not so sad
As the waterfall world, but
I want to wail.