Dreams,
so sweet, so punishing...

If you're in a constant
game of hide-and-seek...

A winter night is always quiet,
the people fear straying too far...

Keep your past
under your feet...

The idea of being humane
is but a horse that...

Wading through water,
watching them sprint ahead...

Is it ignorance that drives my fearlessness?
Or is it the overpowering need to rest...

Is it peaceful in the deep?
Where the sounds echo in my head...

She glows with demure beauty.
Producing waves of enticing light...

Looking up
from under a tree...