Winter Weep

Cataract on solar horizon... ahh
Enzyme dripping from its stare
I gradually melt into oblivion...

My fingers lying on humid silent floor
Groping for a ground
I wittingly invite a failure...

Dehydrated tears of Nazarene
I buy them at south of my reverie
As I mourn on my bed time and again...

Snow in my vineyard, I lament
Aloof horses seem reluctant
Blood congeals as desperations tempt...

Letterbox fills up with yesterday
Sieving ache through her lie
I rub off another moon at my bay...