For Baby Ryder
By Maple Tree...

Nothing
drips faster...

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

Icy, vanilla, creme de la crem deluxe
laced In ruby fire cinnamon, candied poison...

When I was five, small and limber
climbing high, among-st giant timber...

It was an early spring,
under moonlit stars...

Not a day goes by
without my mind whistling...

I whispered your name
as my feet danced...

Silence betrays
a forgotten sun...

Free writing saved my soul
as body nestled...

This is the place where I go
to express the pure nature of...

I continued writing long after
your eyelashes fluttered into...