Under everything,
rocks, soil, worms and dead wasps...
I thought I heard a cuckoo today
Chanting gaily a morning psalm...
A million worlds
inhabit a single stretch of bookshelf...
There is something
about Winter...
Silver lace spun cross the sky
Pierced by Luna's blazing eye...
Painted skies dipped in hues,
contrasting beauty from sorrow...
There's something about the air in Fall,
it begets this chill inside...
Within Us All
Preying upon bleeding tears...
One wish, if I had it, I would give it to you
Two sides of a love, one false, one is true...
The earth bellows in pain
Boulders, dust, rock, billowing upwards...
Let us not die peacefully.
Let us not leave...
Every war has it's casualties, every victory has...
Whisper hollow words into a midnight mist...