Malice rises in the air with the tribal smoke from...
There you are, figure wavering in the hot smoke...

Senses failing in bitter timing
And gold-plated life stopped rhyming...

My heart is like a book
Don't judge me by my cover...

Lady so graceful
From the beginning...

My orchard
Where golden sunlight streams amber through clear...

Held between two stone fingers
Razor-sharp edges made bloody...

Faced off the earth and rose from the ashes
I don't know why but I'm lost till the crashes...

Picnics with sweet summerwine and rosewood sandals...
Butterflies rising on hot coastal winds and drives...

Everyone's looking down at me
Excepting what I will never be...

A fear washes down like rivers
Cascading over a swollen hill...

You are the breeze on a hot summer day,
The notion of knowing what to say...

Creaking swings, smokey skies
The love sparkles within my eyes...