We were meant to bleed,
but not to be
vermillion scars
withering roses
beauty dies behind these sheets,
and love is lost
beyond the willow trees

Wildflowers dancing violently
in the night
Moonlight desires
Swaying in the bright

the winded trails
of a forevermore transient state
of existence leaves me high
and runs me dry
the cool mind of a sunshine brimming eye
gleams towards my half lit cigarette
he sits perched high
with tidbits of wisdom
he lets them fly