If a day comes when I can't speak,
and the fingers simply refuse to write...

The stillness of his calming
waterfall eyes, dew dropped...

I come from dark earth
and emerald towers...

The spirit of angels
grace the heavens...

I have moments,
as we all do...

Just when I think I've written enough
About you, my fingers dazzle another...

Walking barefoot, my mother moon stands by,
guiding a cotton whisper slowly...

If the nights were as dark
as the thoughts that linger...

Draped in shadows
he wept for the days...

Leafy medallion's
dangle from paint chipped pillars...

I left you,
upon a day...

The pit of your eyes
are dark as night...