116.

A thick slate hued sky
overhangs the entire
day in foreshadow.

115.

That bygone age moves
past in a gentle caress
of beauty and sound.

114.

Chaste lips and sweaty
palms, how quickly innocence
changes the focus.

113.

The crux, redemption
or survival, decided
in a second's end.

112.

The unrelenting
sky stalks us in clouds and soft
shadows. Following.

111.

Empty faces move
this world of robots into
motions, pointlessly.

110.

This kaleidoscope
of sound, builds and destroys in
equal stills, flashing.

109.

Today, nothing stands
between the horizon and
me, but sheer brilliance.

108.

Her voice breaks a heart
through token protestations
of what love won't be.

107.

The agony that
waits behind each desperate
joy, enveloping.

106.

Her history an
inexorable onslaught
of a life's mistakes.

105.

A tragedy in
manifest, as smiles mask
the world's vicious sneer.

104.

The joy encroaching
with each new avowal of
his emotions, held

like magic out to
her, blinded every bit of
reason. Shattering.

103.

The vague haze of light
drifting through the sheer curtains
hypnotizes the

imagination,
caught in the folds of its soft,
but cloying, embrace.