Cattails stray between garbage cans,
empty beer bottles and sleeping bags...
A wild solitude opens the door
and sits on my sofa, inviting...
And with wings that took flight so easily,
And with wind that gusts so full...
That what surrounds you,
is that dark...
Thoughts explore menacing memories
buried deep beneath the surface...
I have always believed in me,
my abilities to conquer...
Making a right decision would be right
but what if it turns out wrong is the question...
Let me sing you a song dear,
of moors wide and skies clear...
Will you ever forgive me
for my poetic ignorance and romantic wings...
Autumn always found me
in pigtails, behind the moon...
She folded the yellow paper in half
to make a crease, then folded it again...
When jealousy breeds...
It's like a wild fire...