She flows like a river -
Both soft and steady, rough and choppy...

I used to look up at the sky
Each and every night...

I will always be in love with her
In such a way that I cannot, and will not...

Hurt me, love me
Breathe me, need me...

I shut off the lights
And lay on the bed...

She called me Red -
When the world collapsed...

A limp hand reaches into the void
That wraps around a crumpled form...

I stare into the silence
While I contemplate what I've feared...

Let me fly
Amongst my birds...

I -
A foolish poet...

A stolen soul
And a heart to match...

Gates of ivy and moss welcome me home
As I'm embraced by the loving tears of weeping...