Porcelain butterflies escape
From my mind...

Icy tendrils of mist crawl
around my ankles...

Sweet sakura blossoms twist around
on their descent down from the branches...

The day.
An enemy...

Deep within a hazel wood,
A single ancient oak once stood...

The moment you closed the door.
My heart ruptured...

Head, heavy with feeling.
Lay down on a goose feather pillow...

The day you came to my door,
Playing our song...

My beautiful friend.
So fragile, was bitten...

Sat upon a blood spattered horse.
Proud and true...

Morning dew shines in a spectrum
Of vivid color...

Sweet and natural are you
Always bearing the brunt of pain...