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
...