our castle was fragile
it felt so solid and secure
yet it was ephemeral as spring
...
in the age of the fern
the sea stretched to the horizon
beasts more primal than love
...
a beautiful day
does not take away the ache I feel
I do not speak
...
the air is changing now
and winter soon will fade
the cloudless sky is blue
no more am I afraid
...
another soldier dies
a sweetheart gently cries
a wife falls to her knees
...
I gaze at you across my room
confused to know my eyes deceive
I wonder are you truly real
...
there is no beauty in a wall
they have a wicked use
to isolate our fear and greed
and evil and abuse
...
the march wind is stirring
and a spring tide awakes the sea
hope and blossoming are on the breeze
...
to live within a misty cloud
and never touch the earth
was always inspiration's source
unendingly since birth
...
when the best apple tree
was split and fell in a storm
there was grieving
...