A leaf falls softly from the tree,
Drifting gently to the ground below...
In the darkness of night,
With only stars for light...
Amidst the woods and fields so green,
Nature's beauty can be seen...
Beyond the horizon,
Where the sun sets in gold...
Hurting myself
in piecemeal to reach...
The freckles were
appearing on the face...
The trauma will not go,
I will go to sea...
I am scared.
You are becoming human...
Home coming
was not true. A character...
Street lamps burn the night away as moths fly...
The wistful air in dance and play, trailing...
Will you break the
golden triangle, one day...
Sitting on a white
rose, the miniature god...