Park Not Monthly

wake up from sleep a lot
the soul is the wind
unraveling the silhouettes of reflection

in a moonless garden
dream rose roses
day of day decays
so the seed seed is silent
your unsaturated seedlings

memories
night birds are fuzzy
in a moonless garden
a time when your tracks are clumsy
dragged a heresy
dissolves in the fog

night
the eternal dream
at the castle door