It's not the rain that does me harm –
Hallowed is the tall pine tree;
When seeds are thrown across the veil,
I seek what is not seen.
Attention to cast out memories,
Trances of emptiness caught in a rush,
Towers of pliable tomorrows –
Deep is the thrust of heaviness
When nature does not reflect my thoughts.
Lovely loneliness in a straight fiction,
Visions of wells and stealthy scares,
Creations of sorry sorrows in a vase –
Brilliant is the star in your mind.
Now that you know what to unearth,
Your freedom is expressed in words.