Thunder roars loudly,
Lightning flashes through the sky...

Raven violin strings
sing with sons of wind...

...

Here, I am.
I sit wide-eyed and ready for the day...

I bequeath thee my sanity
thy gulf I strike in reechy mood...

He beguiled my senses and I faltered,
in that glorious betrayal the vital memories...

Royal magic carpet
sweep the princess...

She is looking, always looking.
In the strangest places, in the weakest...

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

A hug for her and no one else
vowed in word, left to forsake...

Just shy of
two weeks...

We hope for what we can never guarantee,
seeking solace in the little springs...