I stepped off the plane
and was greeted, enveloped...

It was the first day of eighth grade;
the last year of middle school...

The simply ecstasy of a thought flutters
Behind my dancing eyelids...

As I was riding the bus home this afternoon,
Some incandescent fluttering settled upon my mind...

Sometimes I feel you standing near,
Like a ghostly whisper I struggle to hear...

Why is it that we look so far when all we need is...
Why is it that we turn on the TV when we could go...

The other night, I lit a purple candle
And set it quietly in front of me...

Sometimes I wonder how things got be this way
How I ended up in your arms and how I fell for you...

Scratch that scathing thought
setting its crimson tips upon the skin of my hope...

I am laying upon the whispering snow
(Waiting for you to cover me with your rose-ridden...

Someday we'll set our footsteps upon the greying...
And finally breathe in the purified light of the...

The yellow rising full moon glimmers on the...
Setting luminous invisible fire to the trees...