Day and night time just passes by,
Pets age and the clouds move on to another land...

A spand of time, where words unwind,
Trickling forth over the waterfall's edge...

Ensnared in the whispers of the encage,
Laced by the insanity, bounded by shadows...

When the midnight clock rings it's bells,
A Siren dwelling within her soul, will arise...

Wandering along the willow's path,
He stops to ponder the nights that past...

A boyish sound, that vibrates through the air,
It tickles the ears as it swirls about, then dives...

Grace granted in each paw print,
A world of knowledge locked in their eyes...

Enlighten is the path most forsake.
Do not fear the change...

A faint memory of a warm simple kiss,
A gentle press of one's lips...

A cane that echoes down the lane
Sounding through the gale of an angel song...

Forest green needles
Hanging high in the sky...

A soothsayer I am not,
I cannot foresee your fate...