Your words spread like ashes,
over the hill top of my tear soaked eye lashes...

In the midst of my mind lies a complex foggy...
A million fabrics of thoughts clouded and heavy...

Deep beneath the frost coated forests of her soul,
She feels the bitterness of old...

A girl sits alone,
Thoughts all torn...

Wings weep across desolate tears
Hollowed by emptiness covering the now frail years...

Fiddler, play me a story beyond the strings,
entering me within the walls of an inner mystery...

Ripped petals screaming in pain
Overwhelmed by life's horrendous flames...

Seasons
warmth, rebirth...

What is my purpose then?
Is it to live or die, to betray, to heart break...

Poetry
Words composed...

Peek
Deep...

Beneath the coolness of the summer rain,
hands entwine in love...