Clear day out on this high noon of Tuesday-March. Last night's fog made its way to the morning streets. I remember it waited there, sitting heavy and supernatural on swollen concrete and twitching grass. I remember hearing your footsteps in song, carried back to me by the misty white. Do you remember the moments we created for each other here? Moving through empty street—contemplating laughter and joy? I remember carrying you through the night air, escorting your holy skin and feral spirit, holding you captive in my arms and wheels of black metal. Do you remember once sitting with the stars? Pushing our feelings in circles, sharing our thoughts in rhyme? I remember your groovy persona. And I remember how you sweetened nature's void with your cooling word.

Ossicburgh, 11th Mar 2008

In spite of the frozen storm, I stood outside in all its heavenly glory to witness the horizon yonderside. Behind lofty hills of snowcapped houses, I could see secrets of many—the wide mesh of hidden thoughts whispered to skies by starry-eyed dreamers like myself—and it was then, staring through heavy cascades of white snow, that I was driven mad by my own clarity.

Ossicburgh, 4th Mar 2008