Steer clear of logic,
For there are forces present...

Sing me the melody of love
Let it spread and proclaim...

I follow a youthful forest path,
Leading me to unknown lands...

Love is a time machine
that entangles around your mind...

My dried eyes wake to pronounced silence
permeating the atmosphere with a dead song...

Standing atop earth
-though rain crashes down...

Promising sunlight streams joyfully in
bathing my skin in rich compassion...

I stand in solitude as raindrops
quickly flood my neighborhood...

Pumpkin carvings intrigue me
as I sit crossed upon daring hay stacks...

Transparent ribbon
swivels around my thumb...

She was not mine to love
and still I would give...

You may question the motives
of the hanging sun...