• Vol. 10
  • Chapter 08


Voices are heard
where the silence reigns-
eyes measuring the young minds
that lend to tragedy,
sometime to fulfillment.

Crystal eyes
hued in morning rays,
a walk by the frozen lake-
where the thunder hides
behind the frames.

Afternoons of human endeavor
not found in paradoxes-
or in paradigms
and never through pristine searches.