Oh, clock remind me of quiet,
Without regret of time…
Forgive these delusions,
Engrossed through red wine-

Wind coming and beckons-
The life of dead trees-
Bending bare branches-
And life to its knees…

Stillness brings the dark,
No matter sun or moon…
Rising up and out-
Before her whispers swoon…

The owl hears outside the window,
And takes flight in kind,
Again, her voice gives birth. . .
To the chaos of the mind.