I've given up,
twisted tween rock formations...

As I get older, these eyes grow cold
to tearful pastimes and lost stories told...

As I gaze upon a tree of old
its aura draws me near...

It's time for us to runaway
getting lost within our own thoughts...

He is the outline of an ordinary day
greeting my fluttering eyelashes with a kiss...

Beautiful formations
Start to fall, slowly...

Marigold moonbeams consume me
Authentic kisses laced with love...

Melodic whispers sing his name
Sixteen rings shine for Timothy...

Hypnotized by street lights, I breathe springtime
eyes fixed upon dirty streets, laced with fallen...

I stood under a random tree
thirty minutes past...

A tiny little leprechaun
danced a bouncy jig...

Dragonflies sing tunes
upon a blue misty dusk...