Wade on top of roses,
   not immersed in thorn and leaf

Time with people I learn to know, is,
   always far too brief

My heart is in a nose dive,
   each new friend makes me bleed

But with each new wound, I,
   find isolation, what I need

To heal I must remain above,
   apart from what I seek

On top is where the flowers are,
   far from a lover's cheek.

the most amazing thought, is not
that I have a plot

the most amazing thought, i've got
is - I can plot what I want

freedom is the choice to grow
whichever seeds I choose to sow

in rain, shine, and storms divine
with pride I bide, and to the seeds provide

The spark -
lit in her eyes, the kindle.
A winter teardrop with
the weight of the ocean
soon to be between us.

The winter tear - holds for a moment -
frozen in time's grasp,
inevitably falls
slowly
to the ground.

with every inch

fire, in her eyes, grows.
And to the ground it goes

without a sound

Lost into the dust and dirt
of the cold, callous ground.

Take me high into the sky
where I can't breathe

because you need me to fly
and without you I'll die

Some thoughts too beautiful to ignore
Once expressed, produce only more
The music so sweet
Takes my helpless feet
Carries me down this path
And all I can do
is laugh

The deepest ****
Makes the best fertilizer