tho of thou i love thee
to entwine and climb inside your eyes
they peer as pears upon a bush
for the tree of freeness disdains upon the rain

a purest of life and a passion i succeed
from the blood of your yoked
and the oneness of unfree

carefully wonder and peer through the glass
of time and wonder
as we sit amongst the tree's

hear the willows shiver
a breeze of unknown haste

i hope for ye to be well
for i feal your undepth pain

that lurks upon your eyes as
you callow in your thoughts

you wisper your pain
as though in many knots

you hide those knots o to well
please dont bury your head in sand and your palms in snow
for that sting, that burn of dust and ice

has left me hear

of my own
my own

devise.

strings of love and flowers of poisen, a serenity in a collapse of a newness to a world of the next life,

and freedom

is gained.