Bound by endless roots,
the once emerald leaves turn red...
Between knife and pill
I will draw a blood line...
The age has taken
away the bones...
Quiet was the ocean,
So calm, silent and still...
One-legged thought
had a solitary confinement...
It was a mixed affair
of love and hate...
Pass not by the old dirt road
Through covered bridge and oaks now bowed...
Moon was mixing the colors.
The black hole does not exist...
Summer sleeps, when winter wakes
In warmth it's numb from cold...
Dolphins
Splashing playfully...
I fear the worse, of what’s to come
where ice no more, reflects the sun...
Ivy gazing, as starlight guides
encircling beauty of webbed design...