In hidden woodland,
forsaken, deep in untrod ground,
an old briar pipe...
cannabis growing from its bowl,
...
All joyous thoughts
are curbed by hell
of minds expanse,
a crucible.
...
In sight
your eyes say
I have to leave you
because I need to stay.
...
Please remove your
thunder brow,
black despatched glares,
and how
...
I'll take you
and the music, honey.
I'll take you
and the sky.
...
Frame me magic
tragically dead.
It lies in my cold memory.
Ice sharp its picture
...
And there -
a subconsious projection
dressed in white,
stood a holy man
...
We have grown
from the roots
of this little place,
my friends,
...
I thought I heard your voice
somewhere in the wind...
I followed it by choice
until its calling thinned.
...