The whirl wind comes up
through the ground covered with leaves...

Snow driven thoughts
Like knives marked from...

I was dreaming of dying,
in some distant future of mine...

She walks with the wind.
Her dress is made of a...

The hiss of your existence
lies alongside the dead trees...

The picture of death
Looms with painted blood...

In my carefree dream-like hours,
I stumbled upon a grieving mother...

It is I who have dreamt too long,
through the once quiet forest...

I remember as a kid
The prairie grass...

I lie here dreaming
Under the Coqui frog's moon...

There she was, weaving between
the hollowed trees, disappearing...

I know not your sorrow
But i know mine...