Elm & Asphyxia

Yellow light, beads on sullen street 

Effervescently illuminating wet worms & trees 

Casting shadow, in the yard, I dream 

Lost in my visions, forgetting if it's summer or spring? 

Wide-eyed t'wart the comets 

Flag poles clink amongst the night 

Pondering on a life 

Never showing face nor sight 

Thus, further into the dark, I travel 

Welcomed by its embrace 

Somewhere into the woods, I go

Picking out where I would hang 

Should my portrait soon be found

By the wandering eyes that would stumble 

Would they see a hanging man, 

Or a Fool who fell in love?