Sadness hurt pain and emotions
seems to never want to go away...

A glowing blue stream flashes in the sky
A twisting tunnel of wind...

Shall I tell thee of the soft, quiet rain?
That comes in the mist covering the land...

Flower petals touch the ground
Silently falling without a sound...

The silvery moon
so silent and bright...

Silent joy whispers
through the morning...

The morning sun thrust
his flaming arms...

They were scattering
Dark, cold roses...

"Beauty is truth, truth beauty"
--John Keats "Ode to a Nightingale&quot...

I choose to fall
through misty...

I can still hear them,
I can still feel their ice cold touch...