The Apostate was clear
He didn't want to believe...

In a clearing for the first time,
I paced down the snow packed trail...

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

Looking ahead
as the dark blue tides come crashing in...

It's strange to not ask questions
as a lifetime goes on and on again...

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

I was knee deep in water,
far away from the...

Her sorrowful moan,
I hear it between the dead...

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

The dark forest edged upon
the fields of running blood...

A question of suggestion
Whether you are here or there...

I remember as a kid
The prairie grass...