Quiet Melodies, dim memories, awaken.
Sifting filtered leaves, retention.
Apprehension, the dawn of the day awakens to nothing at all.
Or the day blazes glory gold and sunlight in streams on little silver fishes.
Painting, immaculate, bold, fear, desperation, worry.
Black dawn on empty beaches, camouflaged doubt and consternation.
What shall I do, the day before, the day before.
I love you.