My heart, as the sea
Always roaring or sighing...
Boom goes the thunder,
crash goes the lightning...
The beast looks just like me
His very presence, sucks the light out of the day...
My little astral tree
dig your roots of light...
Opulent jewels of the vast blue seas
Cold water currents swimming underneath...
A rainy night appears.
puddles on the ground...
A butterfly landed
on a flower to drink its...
Half dead willows, fluttering in the breeze,
by a dull lifeless stream trickling of stagnant...
Corpulent mists drift
across the parking lot...
Spectrum wavelength giving off hues
Eyes drink in any color they choose...
I'm the sweet orb of August,
firm and plump and glowing orange and red...
The living dead are going to
ask for the right to be...