Upon a breath
Now to listen
An inner thought
Minds cruel prison
A wonder deep
To search my dreams
Hopes and prayers
Are falling leaves.
The moment arched
Its hours prism
Within its light
Towers glisten
Reaching to
An uncaring sky
Bitter, cruel
A watchful eye.
Seldom now
In sunshines glare
The writing hand
That did but share
Its deepest thoughts
Its pining soul
The artist now
Without a home.