The streets
around her are dying with the madness...
I slip quietly from conversations
to taste the lonely air outside...
My ears are abuzz with wood sprites
and water nymphs...
and if you ever feel like giving up-
Remember the stars in the sky...
Ravens croon with
ravenous laughter...
The odio...
revised a little...
Near the woodland marsh,
desperate pleas gargle...
..we nestled on a carpet
of rich green grass...
The scent of spring, begins to wheeze,
and footsteps fade from winters freeze...
It's not the fear of drowning
within the ocean of feelings...
I saw the promise of
Spring dancing in your irises...
Golden cells of honeycomb
that tastes sweetly on your lips...