I find solace within visions.
I find solace when I am collapsing in the beautiful imagery behind my eyelids,
where I see ebony brambles against ivory windowsills,
ivy strands grasping oldened brick.
I find solace within thoughts of the boughs of birch trees and the
tresses of willow trees.
When I am wrought with despair or distraught
I find myself calmed by the beauty of this untamed world we call Earth,
of the lightened dark hours of the morning.
I find solace within the cold beauty of cracked imagery,