The wind is swaying fast
the trees are rustling...
Alone in the night
On a dark hill...
Found gutted on a lonely cobbled street,
Fastened with blood and soil was...
A last breath, a last batting of times eyelids,
eyes fall of rain, in the depths of ourselves...
Black skies crying
Silver lightening flashing...
Walking through the
arboretum...
This is about people's different attitudes to...
As the rain pours and pours...
Trees are gentle, trees are cool,
Trees give us so many things...
A hail of a bell,
Became softer and softer...
High up above,
from on a mountain top...
Finger flowers stretching,
grasping marshmallow cloud dancers...
The times that we had; Just us two.
Disappointments shared; We were blue...