Violent waves of amber spears, tear at my senses- raising my fears.
Floating along the grey smoke of your eyes, Dreaming of my lover’s sighs.
Stepping stones in clear glass jars, a sorted fairy tale abound silver stars.
Laced among the willow weaves, through the darkest of contorted trees.
Seeking refuge of the mystical kind, only distance do I find.
Pleading plight of an estranged mind.
