Auburn Ocean
Insignificant waves of dusty froth
Milking past the murky sea
Tiny bubbles encircle its beholder
Sister towers of mist stretch toward Heaven
Closing in on clouds and stars above
In chocolate skies-a whispered dream flies
Tantalizing tastes of want
Escaping from the sea of mind
Reaching for a falling fate
Soft winds taunting its rising steam
Slowly colliding where time fades
In night, time has no pride
In stealing what you wish to hide
With each passing of celestial haze
Timid confidence piles as mountains
Which weaken with dropping dreams
Thoughts invade with haste. . .
The very life that creates night-
Generates the waning fear
Of fading stars that disappear
