1. Almost Asleep
(composed)
Sometimes the silent hand of frost leaves bare a
single shrub,
a verdant atoll in an ocean of white.
Sometimes, the human heart finds a home in a
place
never considered in the harshness of the day.
Sometimes, when you stare at me with your
green eyes of hatred,
I am unmoved by your gaze.
Sometimes, only at night; in the land between
awake and asleep;
comes a consciousness where all is possible.