She's gone now.

And my sun has set on an empty space.

After pondering over the mysteries of life; of why M&Ms melt in your mouth and not in your hands, I'm back.

Conjuring up my internal powers to will myself to write again has taken some time and hopefully some obscure creative monster will manifest itself from within me.

Omnipotent beings seem like distant stars
that strain to shine in the fading of the night
while overbearing day regains consciousness and takes flight.
Blotting all disillusionment of evening fall
where the restless wake and prance around in shades of shadows
formed when moonbeams shine on them.