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...
She is hibiscus tea
quenching my soul...
eating greedily
from the acceptance table...
Do you know
the sadness which blows...
Upon a walk one moonlit night,
I saw a lady all draped in white...