The sweet sussurro of the willows weeping
What sadness echoes in their mourning song
And as I stand beneath their hollow shade
I realize we are not two, but one

When the sun vanishes behind a cloud
Shade sweeps in like a tide at flood
Devouring the warmth of the students
Who thought to rest in the warm golden rays
Of a winter afternoon sun.

I seek the sun light and the trickle of the rain,
I am fulfilled through the sweet nectars of fruits and flowers,
I run only from the dark of the night as it calls me into its majestic terrace amongst the stars.

I seek the moons shade and the warmth of a fire,
I am broken down into the depths of my *****,
I run only towards the light in the sky, as it calls me into its majestic terrace amongst the stars.

If I ever had the power to do something
Would that I had got rid of my own shade

I sit in the shade
On summer days
And wish I could reach the sunlight.

My days are grey,
And I dream of days
Where I wake up in that same light.

On those days,
I will jump out of bed
And be happy to look in the mirror.

I cannot lie,
I am looking forward
To those days where I will feel better.

He wonders  what's wrong
but I cannot tell him
No dad, it’s not my friends, it’s that place
the temple where I feel like a disgrace
I thought I would rather die than go there
then your words make me feel so scared
No dad, it’s not my friends, it is you
making me do things I don’t want to do
You don’t even try to understand my shade
That is what makes me feel so afraid

Black and white
In between, I fall
I’m a scale to black
And the shade of white
I’m the color of no color
I’m the dusk, I’m the night
I’m the soul of all colors
I’m the glimpse after light
I’m the “G” in Green
I’m the “R” in Red
I’m the “A” in Aqua
I’m the “Y” in You
And you are my delight

Trees hold the deep earth together way below with crooked fingers of the underworld and catches foul above
Upward to the heavens on finger towers,
clapping on winds they shake their dander
And the makers of green bras on mountain tops

They are the landlords of ground,and air beasts, and
incumbent giants of the ages
They whisper being puppeteered by winds of old
They are the alchemists of oxygen
They are dangling playgrounds
They are the Autumn crunches beneath our feet

Trunk etchings by bards, trees reflecting
cultures' dissemination
We walk under penumbras that deny the scorch of summer
as cool water douses fire, so too, shade douses heat

Watching trees in my pleasant reverie I observe how they
help break the carpeted land, bringing about a  certain diversity in moving tranquility and rustling of their songs

My name is not important for I'm insane.
to try and find me will be an act in vain,
for my face is hidden behind a mask
those who have seen what is underneath hide with a flask,
if you are to ever hear my song,
never dare to sing along,
for I am of the darkest shade,
my kind of fear can never be made,
nothing can be unsaid or unread,
if you shall read my book you will be filled with dread,
for this is a book that if you see your name,
I shall surely mame,
for the darkest night hides and flees,
this is the chapter you will bleed,
you might as well go to bed,
for I am but you deep in your head.