Said the moon
to the Magician...

Well I have seen you
for a small while now. But...

along dark and winding forest road
stood a decaying house of wood and stone...

Sowing stars in night skies
little and twinkle shine...

Like
red lips...

I created the wind and let it
pull me deep into the upward...

Does the winter wind
know the nature of my adoration...

We should be the wind,
Thru the trees...

Passing winters into thawing springs
as goes the death and life of things...

When in the wild
Do as they do in the wild...

Oh! Dem silafily beanlafeans
get me up alllafall mornings...

When asked to do so
Grace often cannot extend, instead...