I reside within a haven
of meadowlark whispers...

I'm growing weary these days,
my eyelids are the map of a...

Red savory lips
dance upon a pool...

I'm lost along a broken highway
of scattered buttons...

I have moments within a world of destruction
where those miniscule words are the fire...

You were meant to shine
upon a morning sun of...

Twisted mortal of an ebony sky
deathly creatures transform...

Deep in the heart
of my pollinated soul...

Listen to my voice dear man
through the pages and ink...

Melancholy sighs
drown within pools of ponder...

I once climbed your
humongous branches...

A touch of wine,
candled flame...