When I write of green emeralds
you know my spirit is crying...

Within a chain linked fence
I weave a written whisper to you...

I abandoned my smile
ran away with the moon...

I see the intensity of your eyes,
outlining every curve...

Crawling into darkness,
to the farthest part of my mind...

Smoked your soul away,
wrapped tightly in a grape leaf...

Often times you cross
my memories...

I cascade
across tender roots...

I work with a group of women
who truly bring me to life each day...

Formaldehyde
tosses me into a dream...

I can't walk through fire
but I'd give you a thousand...

I know whats lurking
the winds have changed...