I sense a story in
You
Like a myth that has been
told throughout the ages
I see a golden field
to glide upon
blades of grass... Unscathed and
touch the velvet petals of
sloping hills
Ride...
Ride with the unicorn beyond
clouds of never ending east
The melody is
solace... Suspended
in the air and
the scent that lingers is sweeter
than the first kiss
under the moonlight

The other side is just
on the other side and
they say all wounds heal
in time
but the question remains
how long will I
last the bleeding?