The love on the vein of my leaf// it lets me go but never leaves// each branch of tree, has it's own way of bleed// that stream of the century was thought to flow with the mermaids// with the ocean being the moons mirror, I sit between the crease and reflect my tears// ...an outcast willing to cast out// a straight line to the stars... An energy letting me surrender my love for the focus and concentrations of many// to the plenty who watch from above, I'm at the edge of the moon holding roses for offering// a truths to many wonderings// you could smell the forest from here, actually you could touch the end of the redwoods// earths figure once pure, she still stays loyal// community of rocks, the clay welcomes my feet// I took the shaman with me//