"...and her innocence,
torn and clawed,
it bled and dripped,
the tatters of her childhood flapped away
into the misty layers of life's hooded forest..."

I hold her gently and I hold her still,
She grows cold and still in my iron hard fist,
She still swims in the cells of my dead and drowning mind,

Still…

The summer has come
And the summer has long gone,
Taking with it her symphony of yesterday’s songs,

Still…

I smell her rose red essence,
Still as fresh as a summer’s bygone day,
Her memories float over the dry and sharp jagged thorns,

Still…

Everything in time will be silent,
No more will I hear her light footsteps,
Yet I still hear her soft weeping in my suicidal screams.

A city contained in a cage,
A cage creaking in a cell,
A cell crammed in a prison,
A prison stagnating in a city,
A city boiling in a country,
A country trapped on an island,
An island sinking in an ocean,
An ocean rising in a world,
A world drowning in the black milk of the universe,
A universe without hope or end,
An end without mercy or end...

The fragrance of love,
Our love, our desires, our high hopes,
Two hearts fresh from the heat of summer,
The earth herself welcomed and warmed us.

In the coming of the autumn,
Wet, moody and sodden, foggy and mystical,
The rains sprinkled, drizzled and stormed and poured,
Yet these sombre rains could not simmer our love’s passion.

The street lights wept soft golden tears,
My autumn lady, she breathed to me her shimmering thoughts,
She wrapped her tantalizing dreams around love’s soft scarf,
We two hearts held our future under the glistening umbrella of love.

The red, gold, violet and blue,
The purple, yellow, pink and green,
This rainbow drenched confetti painted the halo of love,
And we stood on the boundary of life and knew our souls were as one.