| march and phantom.

Love/Paranoia

Raindrops stumbled upon me
like heavy arrows
As he rested for awhile
beneath the tree of summer days.

Words became dreary
under his cursing wind,
As they catch every flame
from the cloudy gaze.

Bursting rain amidst
written parallel lines
Hides a seeker soaked
in a dark misery.

Poetry does not correspond
with her afternoon sky,
And perhaps the dawn is veiled
by his melancholy.