Hard rocks
Below my feet.
A songbird sings.
I start to weep.

A steaming teapot
Sat on the wall.
A cool breeze.
I start to bawl.

A lonely leaf
kisses the lake.
The branch softens.
It does not break.

A moss-coated doorframe
Water dripping down.
A splash on my forehead
Lifts up my frown.

Moonlight in the panes
Sharp like a dagger.
Cuts through thought.
My mind starts to stagger.

A hand-woven pillow
my head it shall meet.
The owl sings.
My soul falls asleep.