Are you really that curious
About what lies beyond
This gate
Where the moss collects?

The trees have kept it
In their shade for a reason
Away from the world
Of changing seasons

Are you really curious
About whereto the river flows
Moving through the inner works
Of a forest flourishing with hope?

The sun barely shines over there
It is hidden away from the world outside
An entire terrarium tucked away in the Cosmos
Safe from the narrow minded

So, when you're in doubt
About how much you're worth
Think - this is life
In all its glorious darkness

Has the kindness of others
Ever helped you walk a step more
When you gasped for your last breath
As a blade came closer to your neck

When you were in the depths of vengeance
Did the inner turmoil vanish with a kiss
Or was it a breeze on a solitary evening
That made you hold back the tears

It is in the crumpled leaves beneath our feet
As countless trees die, year after year
Left barren by the fires and seasons
That give us comfort when we're alone

On a distant mountain
Mist
Settles
Little birds flutter
Their wings carrying the wind
In their feathers

Coursing through the rushing river
Streams glisten
On the surface
Fish
Hide
Deep inside, away from the light

Birds sing
Their loneliest song
Hidden in the leaves
Of tall trees
Upon the meadow
Just at dawn

The trees
In autumn
Voiceless
Rustle
With the breeze
In a soundless stupor

The trees look blue at this time
Leaves of different hues, fallen upon a lake
The starry skies hung overhead
A jet black sheet cut out and stretched tight

Out to sea, ships lurk in the storm
Without the spraying water to carry them
Moving endlessly with the wind
The soul has lost its way

A breeze rushes through the many flowers
Gracing this beautiful patch of greenery
The hollow shell of winter left behind
You can still find the glaciers

Staring out into the skies on this lonely night
I can hear some distant cry under the moon
This time, it is a sound carried by the angels
Pushing aside the clouds to let in the light

Beams of blue and white fall upon tired eyes
The trees hold their leaves by their frail fingers
Hours pass, there's no sound anymore
No gashes, no bruises - just the last crack of a branch

I was writing
In the park
Under a singing lark

I'll make it through the day
Without the crutches of breathless blue skies
Waking me up every morning
Another spiral of black ink goes down the drain
Washes away traces of the strain
Maybe it is strength
Holding me together
Or it's a thread
That has grown tired and thin
Frayed and worn at the edge
With thoughts, black and blue
Auburn leaves half-torn
The trees are calm and watchful
Some beauty
In the scenery
But what do you do?
When you can feel joy dissipate
And pain take its place
Like a friend walking away
I'm cold and pale
So I look outside
From my broken windows
Not everything can be poetic
When the fangs are in
There are no blue skies
No red flowers
No jet-black nights
Saving me tonight
From collapsing
From within

Celestial and spritely flower head
A cloud of white in a wheel
A spread of stars on a sunny bed
Enchanting - a vision ethereal
Blooming afar and clustering nigh
What bud, what blossom, what ****
Blowing away with just a sigh
In a breath, in the wind that breathes.
While the rose is crowned and daisies loved
How often are you brushed away
But magic lies in your snowy fluff
As wishes fly night and day
You greet the morning, a languid dawn
As the skies turn pink and bright
Then gather close with the moon's rising song
That plays with the coming of night
A fairy's flower you seem to me
A joy - a charm - a delight
Flying away over meadows and leas
In the wind with your wings of white.