Tonight, I fell upon my knees
lit a candle...

Exuberant warmth
of an elegant...

I wanna go back, to that ole river that sings,
travel upon that holy highway...

Windows stalk my withered soul,
forcing me to look at a future...

I whispered your name
as my feet danced...

Tired eyes, of a sleepless night
drinking coffee, a wretched sight...

I've placed food upon plates
over a tasteful conversation...

I never trusted anyone
not even myself; but...

I am but a sip of wine
lingering smoke past midnight...

Laundry scattered
crossed my toes...

She was born an innocent
with ivory cheeks, button nose...

By Ben Pickard and Maple Tree
A small acorn, from my nature soul...