Waves roaring crashing
subsiding disappearing...

Indigo makes
a dye used by the ancients...

Your name will be remembered forever
Written in the endless pages of history...

Why am i the one
who falls asleep night after night...

Red makes
a single rose...

Sleep in my soft bed
i awake to the melody...

When you stop and stand there
at the joining of the two roads...

Another one of make things beautiful poems.
emerald green, oblong...

Somewhere, elsewhere they meet
the leaders of war torn countries...

A dryad dancing among the trees
the neiads hidden in the water...

You used to look at me
in a way that made me shiver...

There are ghosts
surrounding me...