Higher than heaven
you rose, elevating in the
dark woods, reading slowly,
words burning, rolling off your tongue,
majestic poetry & prose.

Fairy of the night, I sing, lyrical
& whimsical, you rose,
higher than heaven, poetry & prose.

I wasn't rooted, like the old wooden trees,
you told me when seasons shift, I turn into ice, and freeze
for I was never what you wanted me to be,
rooted, no, for I was free.