I know that this is just a dream,
an unwanted emotion that draws...

There it sits
and stares...

Scattered, tossed upon the restless wind,
From open mouth my words set free to fly...

So she's back on the scene and I see in her face
that she means to take back all the love I've...

An End
Standing high upon this edge...

There it sits beneath the tree,
golden and tempting, with...

Spring brings growth anew
and colour floods back into...

Fragile petals blown by turbulent winds
to swirl in eddies far from leaf and stem...

Familial love.
Ties that bind...

Take the knife and cut away the bindings
tightened over years of misuse and oppression...

Behind those walls
do you remember me...

The world turns
and in the blinking of an eye...