• Sweet night sky,
    I come to you with open arms, only to be rejected
    By your cold and blatant variety.
    Cast aside into the "want-to's" with the rest of those whom dare dream large.
    A goal far too broad for my arms' embrace.
    How cruel you are, and unforgiving to me; My message as lightning.
    Swift, cunning, yet can not travel without stones to step.
    My autumn romance
    Say good night to the new harvest moon