My soul craves for the Woods
and the trees,
the smell of the Earth
and the fallen leaves.
To lie on the mattress
where pixies play,
to be kissed by the sun
in every way.
I long for the song of an
innocent bird,
the gaze of a creature
that wouldn't say a word.
To be graced with the pattern
of the sun through the trees,
to be beautiful just as
my lover is.
I close my eyes and listen
to my heart,
to the pumping of a vessel that
is tearing apart.
To live with pride
and pleasure in one,
and die with honor despite all
that's said and done.
