Paroxysm II

Paroxysm II

Until the gust put the candles out
A silhouette turned the sky tenebrous
The breeze at the briny was no longer zephyr
The seashells at the shore, all void inside

Paroxysm I

Paroxysm I

Yore, I heard the avians crooning the dawn chorus
It was a daybreak
The sky was a different shade of blue

In that serenity
The aroma was pristine
Rendering me idyllic

I frolicked through the woods

Her Oddity

Her Oddity 

Behind those misty eyes
A tempest rises slowly
Refraining to cease

Behind that grimace 
I behold a sane hope of life
A sane quest of bliss

She covers herself up in a veil