I choose to gaze through lace curtains.
There was a time not long ago...

We have consumed,
mulled over trivial thoughts...

I remember the day so clearly,
a broken nose and bruised eyelid...

I was born in springtime,
shades of daffodils...

I once climbed your
humongous branches...

Frayed endings,
mark a time...

Soft quiet breeze
flows through out...

A tree is a strong spirit
leaves dangle like emeralds...

Upon an early dawn I felt a fear
of emptiness, leaving a trail of...

Uncovering truth
exposing darksided fear...

Galloping horses
went to ride...

Twisted memories
abandoned under a vioduct...