Oh, how I have strayed away, old and gray, on the edge of my vision.
Seeping into my reptilian-brain, you are but the light everlasting.
Dear, sir, couldn’t you have recalled? The one with the pretty eyes of an ocean so blue; of the tirade of the torrent washing the wispiness of your face, in a gallant seascape.
Of the child who mourns for his dear mammy, crying on the floor. He is no more.
Generosity is quite the curiosity, that is, if you settle for mediocrity.
Heaven above! Almighty lord of our beings. Deign unto us the wisdom for a life of shining brilliance.

Perhaps, though, we have the answer already; in the hearts of our souls, the brain of our being, the epitome of our creation; what magic it is that stems the fire of spontaneity.
Lovestruck: dumbstruck more like it. You are but a haggard fool.
I have seen as the mocking bird has done wrongly. The world, upside down; growing in an acceptance of misfits. For they’re god’s creation as are you and I. Love them all I assuredly do, now, why don’t you?

Young, adolescent, children; immature with the years of their forced existence, tightened and controlled by those unseen. ‘tis the challenge. The solution? Perhaps undiscovered.
I have not seen the glory that is a tattered forearm. I have not seen the bane that has become falsified.
Oh, but surely do not forget, kind sir. You have pretty eyes.

Green, but an understatement.
Life, abundant.
The world, left behind.

Monochromatic beauty,
unsought, and yet, divine.

I grow lost in the unsightly.
Tempered into an earthen rage.

Barefoot to the world,
I come on the loose.

Hiding, in a meadow of green,
I chase the tails of nature.

Butterfly, oh butterfly,
why don’t you come be green with me.

The wind, of high noon,
swaying in an ever-persistent tune.

Winter-drawn ice,
Summer-bound freedom.

Years that have drawn us together;
the miles that separate;
the memories of our past,
distantly sweet, and yet,
not forgotten.

Summer joys, you were mine.
There we sat,
feet immersed in the rushing water;
time, as still, as the sun was hot.
Unknowing to all,
the moment was ours.

Have you gone away?
Have I?

Girl of wonder, and false success,
blunders and all, I digress.

You were to me,
like fire to a tree.

Your iniquity, but brief,
lit me afire.
It is here and now that I have left,
that good things will forthwith transpire.

Perplexed was the night that consumed me
Confusing as the sun, I surely wanted none.

Childhood innocence, if only we knew more.
Wandering the moments of life’s path.

Future-minded reminiscence, I wish to implore.
You were my waking dream.
And it was so, as night faded into morning,
so, too, was I.