They're in search of Maroon,
Maroon like the clay rivulets of incandescence...
Strength,
handcrafted...
Demeter blessed my coffee
with another doubt...
Come run with me across this wild and stormy land...
and leave behind all memory of cages and of...
Thousands of hours over many years
we have planned and plotted our journey...
In fading shadow swiftly spent
is wrapped this heart against the world...
Suddenly,
I have this itching...
The leaf waits for me
like a woman in love...
I remember nights
of nostalgic silence...
If only people knew,
all the things I share with nobody...
To those who don't know,
I let Dandelions die...
You are a blazing Soul-Dance...