I am a dream catcher,
a lovely wild flower...
she emulated a woman's structure
waist, small...
you gave me roses in bed
and kisses on my head...
Pocketed acorns rattle
within clothing hung...
When I dwell upon my past deeds,
I'm not quite sure just how I feel...
a fury from above
I call God's mighty wrath...
I wear two crowns: still a peasant.
Carefully decorated, cardboard with tin...
a touch
a kiss...
I was carried away
with a flush of emotions...
Music, birds
death and life...
You will never know
Paradise...
dark auburn limbs, silvery stars
journeyed pathways...