Grasses wheezing in the breeze
Hiding secrets underneath
A sun's rays through vegetation
Lighting crows's anticipation
Critters chatting on the bog
Calling out to me: "Ya hog!"

Apostle's ashes on the ground
To be masked by pollen abound
A crow's work washed up at rivers
Breaking its wonderful appearance
Critters chatting on the bog
Throwing thrash at me: "Ya hog!"

I just can't take my eyes away
From you, O nature, O my Love!~~~ ~ ~  ~   ~    ~

as I lay away
their chest is still coarse
from what isn't there.

The solder was pointed the wrong way
falling scrap metal through the Scrapyard's chute
"Please, be loved," it said,
"this automaton has nothing left for itself,"
resonating equally 'warm'.

A glimpse over the shoulder
A twinkle in the eye
A lasting thought of forever
So quickly passed by

It's frantic but soothing,
Romantic but brooding,
The Whispers of the sky that whirl the clouds,
Whisp within the broken hearts,
Profound melancholy,
Our yearns,
The perpetually tragic night earns,
Thus the moon shys away,
Bribing the clouds to have it's say,
The clouds form the quit to free the moon from its guilt,
Hiding it away,
But I hope to see the moon as clear as sun,
Who knows it's worshipped,
Spilled into words of praise,
Whilst the moon sighs in envy,
Eluding jealousy a tale so refined,
Forged within sorrows it steals the light,
Wishing for the sun to set so it can have it's rise,

Where do I pour this love?

It haunts me when I lay in bed,
begging to be whispered and held;
Sweet nothings? No— everythings instead

“Give me to him,
as he wants it,
needs it,
craves
it”

Who? Where? I reply,
before turning to my side.
I pour inward, and keep it aside.

Years go by,
                     drop by drop.
This will do, I decide.
                              drop by drop.
I’m no longer dried.
                                  drop by drop.
Overflowing; that’s no surprise.
                                           drop by drop.

Where else do I pour this love?