I feel your eyes upon me,
A subtle vertigo of soul...

Nightmares haunt her lines,
Nestle in her colour...

You resemble nothing
more than a...

She watches me
In the dreamtime...

As I gazed upon the
Garden's desolation...

I am naught but
a soul with amnesia...

Softly,
so the winds but...

The swaying forms of flame birthed
Spectators watch eagerly as do I...

In the flicker of the light
And the crackle of the flame...

There is an incredible feeling
When one loses chains...

Green as the wondering vision
Of the child's eyes wide...

Sometimes I sing...
My lungs agonizing for breath...