Crows

The harvest has fallen
We glide on midnight wings
Devour the remnants
Spread our wings
We dance above
Haunting the dreams
Of those below

Pastel Dreams

She dreams in
Pastels her visions
Blurring, bleeding
into one another
Each night her
Memories fade on
Crumbling parchment

A Beginning

It is time to shed
The layers of selfishness
Generosity should
Not be punished
Care for everyone
Will not end the world