165.

Emotions dance through
my eyes, in homage of this
world's aching beauty.

164.

Floating stars, cast like
dreams across the sky, fill my
nights with gentle hope.

163.

The unrelenting
visual emotions in
the sky today, storms.

162.

He sent telegrams
of his intentions as a
lazy precursor.

161.

The sky is glinting
in an early winter hue
of tender hazed light.

160.

What you consider
reason, I call an easy
petulant upset.

159.

The haze of sun pulls
me into desultory
stretches, calling sleep.