Poets sleep on a cold mountain of longing,
amongst shadows of winter as oceans cry...

Fairy dust flying everywhere you look,
proof that Melody Ann was here...

Let's pack up all our things,
hit the road, see what life brings...

Human embodiment,
anguished, wounded...

Unbearable palpable pain,
heart ripped from its mooring...

Blue skies, grassy fields, wildflowers,
yellow daisies standing up tall...

Chest hurts, cannot breathe,
tears fall from your eyes...

Soft
hands...

Petals kissed by dew, glistening,
little creatures are listening...

Man in the moon, high in the night sky,
share your secrets, tell me why...

Devils and demons of the past,
have driven me to this precipice...

A child running free,
sweet sounds of laughter...