Under your gaze.

Under your gaze

historical pages

flutter in the wind

blowing memories littered.

Road kill smokes on the road side,

reflecting the crow's eye.

Ant Lion roars;

as ant hill is no more.

The birds and the bees scamper

hurriedly naked under cover,

the prophecy of darkness

moves in these shadows.

While the clock

on the wall ticks, stops;

words are on the move, spoken

hit the wall

as miserable ghosts look on

disgruntled.