I cried last night
in memory of sorrow...

Wading in the placid mist,
of my memory's demise...

I lie awake, unknowing,
of what my fate holds for me...

Let me guide you
follow, I'll lead you...

Haunted by the passion,
that falls under your name...

Sitting alone she waits for dawn,
a time to give her hope...

Through the purple meadows,
Along the yellow pines...

This distance driving me crazy,
A ceaseless tearing at my spirit...

Searching for the message,
within my tear stained hands...

In pure molten perfection,
I find your solemn face...

Sitting in a clearing
lighted, free from pain...

What is a seed? If not a flower.
What is a flower? Had it been not a seed...