Pretty
eyes of magic...

She was born with eyes
of crystal blue medallions...

She grows accustomed to
cold chains upon her wrists...

I heard the discord of shackles
restrained In remembrance...

Goddess of wind,
bowed her weary head...

My thoughts become;
Acid upon a window pane...

He planted a seed in sixty nine
around the time of wood stalk...

Sweet flavors of nectar
dance upon my tongue...

If sun comes for me
with arms wide open...

The rain bedazzled a broken down me
restoring my soul for all to see...

Rain fingers tap upon tables in a somber morn.
Nervously expecting thunder to bolt across...

I tasted rainbows under a mint green sky
on a humid afternoon in July...