Beneath a tree I know
A place reserved

Some day
I will go

There is marble bench
Growth of thorns spent

Roses engraved
Born died

Little flower talk of days gone by
Rips in sun lit sky

Words escape
By no means late

A kiss in identity

Rainbows light the night from higher than
Love in weather I can come in concert

Majesty from below

No whispers kept
Bed of love

Now swept
Away

Pray for another day
Hearts reaching for the love to hold

Every word an altar closed
Whiten ash

Red of rose

Leave your words on pyre grand
Make wisdom

Cross the pate
Only stoned comprehend

As fate of daily escapes to belief
I relate in anger and drain

Sunshine turns to rain

No strings upon this desert soul
Amber redder over the golden grow

Slow and straight last equates
A never-ending roll

Life takes its time
A perfect excuse

All must lose
In the end

Some rules they bend

Dirt it covers me in riddles free
Roses and pain

But my words still remain
Stabs of fame

Dust dies
As dirt cries

Truth or lies
Remain

Rest buried with my name
Best buried with my name

Up in flames
All those thoughts

Alone