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

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

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

Beyond the shards of glass I see,
A corpse whose spirit's begun to flee...

Her brows are a patchwork,
of her fading hope...

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

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

Close my eyes with steady hands,
while my soul's windswept in timely sands...

I've come this far,
Only to find...

I love how I can tell
Just by the weight of your sigh...

The redwoods but tower,
as terrible fear...

I cried last night
in memory of sorrow...