In The Pink.

In every sound, the cryptic silence rests
The sounds of fowls fills my ears
Unbounded by the nature of beast ripen into limitary by mastery 
In an immortal silence even screech sounds shy
And all these words, all these wanderer, the fragments of wrangle 
With no arena for their nail down, no welkin for their radiate
Come together to make one's escape. that i'm they
Wind merged into a caged beast into a bitter crawl
I listen.
I listen in the pink.   

Dwindled Dawn

Ink of fog that i wear on misty morning
The prism of infinite spectrum that divide my sadness
Appreciating my subtle nuances, detach it's numerous strands
Peppy summons to make my life of equal harbor of a secret center
Weeping for the flower of dwindled dawn
Rise in the heart and gathered through the eyes of some divine despair
The wizard of Oz and it's wand of snakes played it's tale
No matter how long it took but doesn't met my gaze