Your heart will always be young,
And your soul will always be free.
All else will be,
Just keep your fire alive.
Grow your flames to the sky,
And light the night with.
The sky will rain fire,
No shadows
No shelter
No shade to foster

How poignant your eyes.
The juices of your life,
Have withered and ******.
You've starred at the sun too long.
No glee you've found in her sights,
Just intangible regality,
And mundane morality.

Scared behold the sky,
You lose yourself in every passing cloud.
And dream your soul to find,
Hence in a starry night.

i will wade out
                        till my thighs are steeped in burning flowers
I will take the sun in my mouth
and leap into the ripe air
                                       Alive
                                                 with closed eyes
to dash against darkness
                                       in the sleeping curves of my body
Shall enter fingers of smooth mastery
with chasteness of sea-girls
                                            Will i complete the mystery
                                            of my flesh
I will rise
               After a thousand years
lipping
flowers
             And set my teeth in the silver of the moon

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

and Again!
I'm there with a pen,
and flowers I picked before hand.
and Again!
I'm where you left me,
I'm here in your head.
Such a lonesome space,
and Again!
I'm a lonesome *****.

The garden is mourning,
and flowers,
flowers are missing,
and Again!
I'm here in your head,
I'm there beautifully dying,
with no light and rain.
This empty space.

You go about,
and about and about.
While I'm here in an empty drawer,
and Again!
I'm where you put me, -
Solitary
I'm in your fighting cage,
battling anger,
and Again!
I'll be here,
Until you feel better.