My psychedelic frog is lost
he must be found at any cost...

An evening of a friends’ time of celebration
the venue was steeped in birthday decoration...

my space-
has become overgrown...

my eyes breathe in the air that behold an image of...
where the colours of love dilate within my heart...

A radiant luminosity drizzled
upon trees...

So many mornings-
depression cracked...

You hear her breathe but cannot see her mouth
her lips can whistle tunes through boughs of...

May I take this
Opportunity to eternally...

Farewell at last to winters frosty sting
and all the chilly times of snow and sleet...

A splash of rainfall
wetting natures appetite...

A violin are her vocals.
For her lips speak no words, nor lyrics heard...

Sorrow melted
from my eyes...