The Eyes of a Lone Wolf
Deep within a temperate forest...
Curling ashes as soft
as feathers, aloft are...
Dear Captain Planet,
I was stung by a bee when I was young...
A tree is a strong spirit
leaves dangle like emeralds...
Grip loosening;
the lesser evil...
Just an old man on the beach
staring out into the waves...
Dive in oceanic thoughts
that rage within alcoves of...
It wasn't the tides ebbing towards you
nor the winds whistling farewells like gusts...
Young lovers gazing
whisper softly to the breeze...
A misbelief
breaks into rags...
Dark
emptiness...
The nights are closing in and winter
stretches out cool fingers to caress...