To Nothingness.

Kernels of harmonious drift,

Humming gurgling peace..
and 
Weeds croaking at sunshine.

Blame, it leered..
Over that stunned prologue,

Of a silted bank,
and

The streaming light 

Of shouldered guilt

In the burnt blur;

It festered.

Hushed flights of grasshoppers,

and buzzing lightnings,

Past the lost lucidity,

Watching those pollen squeal

So quiet, yet.

The Inner Light drifted in soundness..

just like he'd sung lullabies..

Daylight, it died today.

Night, disappeared.

Floating in clouds,

Floating in cries.