Spring Boils OutMisted rose red winter
Says less yet life is after
Like spring boils out
Leaving beauty under snow
Garden petal shows, rising
Mostly to a sun for escape
Blood WinterMoon barren moment
And what pleases his blood winter but consuming this season through glass?
Century long months felt of rust.
Immense like Void.
Always summer sun off picture.
You. Her. Him.
Two live playing in symphony.
She robbed you away, used lust.
Her warm want crushing like tides can.
You pass through view,
I feel all in chains as years cloud together.
DreamcatcherThere was something in the nets.
They knew it was truth he had caught,
But those ashore would not buy truth.
So the boy cut his line.