I write the lines
but who writes me...

I gave it all up for you.
But you decided we're through...

Carrying the message of truth and light.
Deformed and demented in the twilight...

There we are as one
chosen by each other...

The invisible root was hard to detect.
Gaea's anger was a strawberry vine...

I would rather be me;
happy, joyous and free...

My rainbow is beautiful with so many colors.
My rainbow is gentle and softer than flowers...

You held my hand when I was down.
You helped me to find solid ground...

A dropping off place that we can always go.
The cave where we can hear the winds blow...

Which direction is up in space?
Away is whatever way we face...

Twin vipers coiled around a stick.
Twin vipers that can make me sick...

On an old home place in the hills.
There are violets and daffodils...