Bound to this island
It is our only home...
A poet's pen with dexterous hand
Ink to paper often can...
Here I am again
Finding myself staying up all night...
Slowly spreading embroidered wings
Gently fluttering from flower to flower...
Familiar translucent swirls
of a crisp new season...
A withered tree, lonesome on the hill top
Desperately waits for the death of winter...
Tarnished salt drops cascading,
Revealing cryptic confessions...
Under drifting night clouds
a lone wolf howls...
Pumping pedals to the beat of my heart
Up, down, up and down...
Empty darkness
Surrounds me...
She moves across the watery edge
Over moors and through the trees...
In the battle between heart and mind,
the winner's depicted by the man inside...