Fish net eyes see stars of green.
Minds of insanity survive on indescribable words.
remembering sweetly under this mother tree,
every memory that once embraced me.
Familiar blades of never changing grass.
Enchanting scent of evenings adieu.
Night brings in it's shallow dreams.
you wish for some kind of sanity,
It's not going to happen.
An artists mind is always and forever crooked.