Falling stars like speckled gold,
Juniper fields, memories of old,
The bees have gone, or so I've been told
Would you have known?
Where you were, the path grows cold
Not one you've wrote, those empty notes,
Hardly a modern myth,
To me, this dream you sold

Unprecedented to me,
Your presence,
Hold constellations of the cosmos,
Planets of distant suns,
Secrets of the stars

I carry with me,
Creatures and critters,
The moss on branches,
Heaps of soil,
Sunkissed leaves,
They're mine to keep

She drowns in honey,
Smothering waves,
What sweet extravagance!
Wickedly viscous,
As she slowly decays.

It's a downpour,
The infinite jar,
It's that time of the hour!

Grab a mask,
Join the dance,
Paint the scene forever last,

Exhale, unwind,
Relieve the mind,
Of all the fantasies past,

Faith be told,
The pathway's divine,
For the death of mine.

Wayward,
The convoy’s descent,
Through the breathless hills,
The frozen riverside,
Amongst the wicked witch woods.

Howls of frost approaches,
Impetuous, callous tempest,
Beacon of catastrophe,
Sparks a menacing flare,
The ferocious force of humanity.

Beseech me if you must!
Though as harrowingly as it seems,
No abysmal depth in snow,
May conceal the end in mind,
Of these grimy hands of mine.

Basking the scorch,
Of summer’s peak,
The soulful sights,
Bracing breeze,
And the buzzing bees.

Green as far as the eye could see,
One sip of pure nectarine,
A dazzling waltz in nature’s theme,
Sparks a warmth within,
This lucid dream.