Am I too late,
has the chance already passed

I watch all these pairs,
the look in their eyes,
so absolute,
there they stand,
in their golden embrace

Everywhere I look,
I have to stop,
wishing for one,
but only watching others

The passion in their hold
a promise to never break,
even when simply walking,
their hands are still stuck,
from the love they have created

Of how much I try,
how much time I commit,
nothing seems to change,
I'm still here alone,
but you're easily taken,
by someone I never saw

It is a horrible feeling,
to know you were meant to do something,
and unable to fulfill

It seems I lost out of defult,
with a life of travel,
when I finally settle in place,
everyone is already taken.

Alone in the meadow,
on a fog filled night,
the man sits in a watch tower,
looking onward into the night fog


Suddenly,
he sees a peircing light,
coming from a being in the distance,
at first it is unknown,
but as the being gets closer,
he sees


It's a person,
a woman,
walking in the distance,
walking closer to the tower,
all the man can do is stare


As she gets right under the man's tower,
he gets a good look at her face,
so beautiful,
she looks like an angel,
staring at her beauty,
he can't look away


The mysterious woman walks by however,
seems uncurious by the tower,
or by the man in it,
she just passes by


Little is know about this beautiful being,
all the man can do is watch her walk,
walk away,
the woman barely looks,
never stopping her stride,
she leaves the meadow,
leaving the man to hope,
hope she comes back to walk the meadow again

Two of my loves in my life,
aren't really that different,
shall I compare

As I walk down the street,
I see something tender,
I see something sweet,
at the same time I hear a melody,
one that more than greets

Both are full of life,
and full of grace,
same to the soft notes,
to the beautiful face

But grace not always comes from the notes,
not always comes from the girl
as one step in front of me,
with her snarl so fierce,
a cord strikes,
on that could pierce,
then I see black,
one looking lone and fear,
as a minor passes my ear

See, not always is there such a musical glee,
there are many different emotions to hear and see.

She hides in the belly of the flowers,
only seen when she greets,
then slipping again to oblivion

Here I wait,
waiting for one to walk by,
when she comes out,
I steal her away,
with her in my hands,
I'll never be alone,
without her beauty again

The flowers start to wither,
the forest starts to die,
the people start to to gather,
to get her beauty back

They find me in the meadow,
the only area still with life,
I'm running away,
with the prize in hand,
creating life to the forest around me,
dying after I pass

They follow closely,
chasing down the man,
who stole the beauty away

Cornered I wait,
getting down on my knees,
surrounded I am,
but I'm not giving up,
the beauty I found,
until they strike. . .me. . . down

The flowers,
they bloom again,
The forest is again filled with life,
The woman returned,
and the people content,
forgetten am I,
never to see her beauty again.

Why,
in a tree filled with leaves,
is there an acorn,
why is it there,
why does it stay

Beingso different than all the leaves,
the acorn sits there alone,
no leaves do care for the acorn,
for it does not belong on this tree,
in fact,
they hate it

With being so different,
the tree is not right with that acorn,
"There just to mock the tree" says a leaf,
disgusted by the acorn,
all wish it away,
all wish it dead,

With time,
the acorn loses the will,
loses the hope to stay there,
barely hanging on,
it's just trying to wait everything out

Rejoice comes from all the leaves,
when the acorn falls from it's branch,
the fall seems to take an eternity,
the leaves just want it gone

Forgotten is the acorn with time,
it is not missed,
it is not remembered

The tree is now back to normal,
it only has leaves,
never again will it be tainted by difference.