Song of the Siren
Wispy strands the color of wheat...

Her mind,
it screams "Remember me&quot...

I did not greet the sun this morn
the moon and stars were my keep...

I was standing in the garden
on the outskirts of my home...

Should I place a stock of potatoes
along the banks of Jordan...

Three minutes to one o'clock,
wisps of air stab through solar rays...

Roots intertwine with earth
in my ancestral forest...

Intermission
She adores their little game of chase...

Catch the Wind
Lend me your...

Residue of memories
Hidden in my thoughts...

Close my ears, shut my eyes,
No learning I succumb...

There is something
about Winter...