Following the leavesToo the howling winds, whistling old songs. The sway of leaves begins. My swept soul sings "Here I dont belong, where sorrow swings." Upon the frozen reach, in tides of the sea. On top the highest peak, my swept soul weeps "Here I cannot see, where hearts start to bleed." Where silent heads scream, the storms ponder being, too turn old into steam. My swept soul seems- Nostalgic to be seen. To end I follow leaves.Following the leaves
Linger my Rain-spotted trailCome, linger my rain spotted trail. Bring wisdom to my worn path. wander the rain fallen forest. and hold my hand to danceLinger my Rain-spotted trail
Watch over my silhouetted leavless trees. Follow my shadows through depths of trodded plains. Romance the fires inside the burning skies of your eyes. and hold my hand to dance
Existing on the hill tops. Drunk with presence of the dancing shadows, And far into the night ghosts come to join. and hold my hand to dance
Where visions are seen by the fires. Illuminating the wrecks of life between me and sky. joined by demon
Stranger Near Crossroadsnear the crossroads of present, as the train comes to pass In valleys of willows and wisdom trees keeping time amongst the dusty paths arms stretched east, arms stretched west Hairs of his head pointing with the wind Pouding of his heart just as sound. In signs begins healing of broken wings waiting for roads to speak- he waited for his heart to think...- he waited for the train to pass- too bring answers to his blues staring directly north, searching for forward sight he never looked south, he mourned his lost his head never shook, his hands waved to his placStranger Near Crossroads
To Spring, Thank YouMy heavenly flower, that fludders so near from open skies above. Blossoming with love of lips of crimson blood and the center eye watches over the season of change, vulnerable to every foggy eve. when the morning fog lifts and my flower falls to my open hand, gently lain with meaning to the senses in every peddle- I blow wisdom to the winds, that carry the road forward leaving the dead leaves free to whither and grow from the feet of my solesTo Spring, Thank You
