Fireflies in a jar . . .
                         Camping by the fire . . .
Looking at the stars . . .
                          For all the world to admire . . .

All things found in nature
Are being destroyed for mans greed.
We believe that we own this world
But truly it belongs to me.

Two roads . . .
One side is light and the other
                                               is dark.

You, the reader, would naturally assume
That I chose the light path
Because the light exposes secrets and deception.
                                          
                                                But I am being guided by a fox . . .

He told me to go down the dark path
                                               And being me I was gullible and went with him.

D a r k . . .
           C o l d . . .
                      H a
                            n g
                                 i n g  T r e e . . .
                                           P
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                                           e
                                           a
                                           s
                                           e
               Help Me. . .        
                                                      Get Her Free . . .

Memory lane...
What a disastrous place to live.
Some wealthy mansions
And most lonely hobos in cardboard boxes.

Some grass is green
And some grass dried to death.
The lily pond is there
But gone in the same second.

I remember that lily pond...
I fell in it because you pushed me in.
What a beautiful memory right?
Two young kids without a care in the world.

But growing up changes people.
I was never keen on growing up because
That would mean to push away my
Childish soul.

You, dear friend, felt the same way.
Growing up felt like
The imprisonment of what was left of your
Careless ways.

I guess you wanted to be a child at heart
Forever.

I still look at that lily pond and wonder
"How can it be that deep?"
It was deep enough to hold you
And there was still room to hold me.

When you did it...
What did you see?

Did you see me riding my bike alongside you?
Did you see us dancing in the wheat by the farm?
Did you see Mr. Wilder yell at us when we did go in his field?
Did you see the night were you first told me how you felt?

If you are happy...
Then I am happy.
But I miss you old friend.

Memory lane is such a disastrous place to live
Because I can still see us jumping by the lily pond
And you pushing me in...

Howling and beckoning
The wind brought me to
A young woman standing in the tempest.
Hair like boughs but disintegrates in seconds
Her dandelion soul just out of reach.
When I grasp her hand she fades out of view.

Goodbye dear friend...