Look, spring is spouting
the hives of chrysalis with...
I soak in the clear well of morning dues
to bespatter...
the moon hollows itself out under
the cover of clouds, as one weary...
Running into it,
as running away from it...
Absence is the initial feeling, as I slowly turn...
left; where you once sat. The wind echoes...
the past is just behind us,
a shadow in our wake...
It should not have happened.
But it has. For a god...
Once man and nature, would co-exist
Working well with each other, each would assist...
Our time together has come to an end.
The roads we walk diverge...
A slow setting sun
Over crystal clear water...
Under the pear tree
a rape survivor...
Open the news paper
and find out that war has a set sequence...