To be my lover.
I cherish you.
I want no other.
I want to make the impossible,
Possible for you.
There is no other desire,
That I would ever want.
I have a dream!

That there may be the chance of eternity.
I want to make that dream reality,
For you.
I show you me.
My true form...
I could never hide
If you were to be my lover.
I cherish you, so that I'd be cherished too.
I love you, my lover.

Running and Running.
With heavy heart, I loathe you.
I am allergic to your presence,
But still I'm hooked.
On the inspiration of your never ceasing spiral.
Do not dare misshape me!
You faceless beast, for I am known!

Uncontrollable reality, I forbid you!
For you are a blood curdling nightmare.
Which only seems to be misshapen, Broken,
And lost in your exhausted flaws.
But you realize in the end, that beast is you.
Faceless.

Song birds chirping in trees.
There is a soft wind that blows through me,
smells of rain.
Moisture in the air scares the mosquitoes from my ears.
I can see it, hovering over the mountains now.
Thunder starts and the rain sets in,
drifting across the ground it drowns the grass.
The butterflies no longer hop from flower to flower.
I walk into the tree cover.
waiting,
I listen for the sounds of birds to sweeten the sound of rain,
but they are silent.
The leaves pitter and patter, drip and drop.
They begin to shutter in the wind.
Letting the rain water seep into my skin.
The clouds start to roll away,
and the rain with them.
Warming air greets me before the sun peeks.
The bird once again start to sing.
The puddles shine in the dancing shadow of the sun.
I return writing,
I could not wish for better inspiration.

Its raw and cold,
the ice shimmers in the light.
It’s almost the breaking of dawn.
Branches no longer seep.
Sinking snow loosens the ground,
Slowly
Newly melted and damp.
The fog creeps among the greening moss.
Breathing, Leaping, and Living.
Spring.