The Red Leaves Quivered;
Slowly They Began To Die,
In The Changing Breeze

A Crimson Heart Hurt,
In A Wind No Longer Warm;
It No Longer Kind

A Raven Had Called,
Sobbing In A Dying Tree;
The Sun Was Setting

A Full Moon Had Rose,
But The Wolf No Longer Sang,
For She Had No Song

Frost Covered The Earth,
Slowly The Crimpson Faded;
The World All But Ice

*Sydney

My Throat Red And Raw,
I Am Drinking From The Sea,
My Reflection Blurred,
Frigid Yet Soft Like The Stars,
My Eyes Dark And Vacant*

                         My Fists Are Clenching,
                      Trembling In Waning Light,
                           I'm Thinking Of You,
                  For I've Dreamed Of You Again;
                           A Pale,  Lonely Memory

You Are Small And Frail,
Wrapped In A Plaid Comforter,
Tears Roll Down Your Cheeks;
You Were Thinking Back To Me,
When Your Hell Had Just Began

                              I'm Biting My Lip,
              While Watching The Leaves Recoil,
                             I Am Fidgeting,
                  Taping My Pen Rhythmically,
                     Trying To Distract Myself

I Breathe In Deeply,
My Heart Is Beating Too Fast,
I Gently Touch You,
You Turned To Look In My Eye,
You Murmured,"Why Are You Here?"

                                I Rub My Forehead,
                        My Palm As Cold As The Air,
                               I Stare At The Ground,
                      My Thoughts Are Disorganized,
                      Strewn Around, Pictures Of You

I've Jumped In The Sea,
Your Sad Eyes Have Seen Me Off,
For Some Strange Reason,
I Don't Feel Satisfaction,
Only A Hint Of Pity

                                   I Do Feel Relieved,
                     Not Because You Have Crumbled,
                                 But Because I'm Free,
                    I Am Free From Your Strained Grasp,
                      For You Had Said That One Word

*Goodbye

My Lips Are Set Straight, Chapped, And Thin.
    Heart
             Is
                 Thumping
                                Wildly
                                         Pushing
                                                      Blo­od
                                                              ­ Through
                                                                ­               My
                                                              ­                      Hot
Clouds Scurried Across The Sky Like Thin Blue Veins
                                                           ­                        As
                                                              ­                 If
                                                              ­             It
                                                              ­    Were
                                                        ­      A
                                                Captive
 ­                                   Animal
                       ­    That
                    Had
            Been
       Set
Free From Accusation The Birds Soared Above Me
    ....
        Such
               An
                    Interesting
                                ­      Concept
                                                   ­ Because
                                                        ­          How
                                                                ­          Does
                                                  ­                                One
The Leaves Fell In Circles Around Me; It's Fall I Know
                                                            ­                          If
                                    ­                                         They
                                                            ­        Truly
                                                             Are
                                                   "Free"
                                            And
          ­                           Not
                            Being
                   Held
       Captive
  By
The Dawn Is Quiet Since Deserted By The Sparrows
     Sky

*Sydney