I walked the pathway,
of my destiny in a dream...

Why do you tolerate
the loony collaborations...

I'm frozen tear drops
Crystalized love messages...

Walking barefoot, my mother moon stands by,
guiding a cotton whisper slowly...

Igor is dashing
eager to find a mate...

You completed the sentence
that I longed to finally hear...

She whispers tears
within her lines...

Tousled hair of a desert
wind, lingers as the pages...

Yule logs, burning flame
spirits of winter solstice...

My nature's salad
Is sweet Johnny Smith's...

I embrace wisps of frigid cold in winter,
for I am alive...

Midnight called upon her passing
like a dragonflies persistence...