I
am lost...

I feel like i’m a storm
stuck in a tea cup...

the sun that day was
beautiful and if it rained...

I feel nervous at first
as there is only blackness...

I see beds of roses, flourishing from
the earth of your cheeks...

Just like a twilight eve without its moon;
Or like the last leaf taken from a tree...

leaves swirl through the air
as trees shed their summer coat...

My mind takes a stroll
and I arrive at memory lane...

I
really...

In times of fear, not all is clear
for tunnels bend, before they end...

It feels like I am in the
middle of a tunnel...

I'll never forget
as she will always be on...