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...

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

I saw her-
Wisps of dishwater blonde...

I watched him, felt him crumble
over every syllable scribed...