Countless years I've searched for you,
What evil has taken you away from me?
I've become hollowed,
From scorching deserts and icy winds,
Time has left me stranded,
Your love is the last of my memories,
So I plunge into the abyss of Hades,
The world of the living fading from view,

There is a cold place in the woods -
unholy,
where tangled vines choke
each other for space
on the hard, sallow dirt.
Where trees have ossified,
turned rangy,
their branches pilfering dust from the air
as their roots forage deeper
needing the vile taste
of the narcissistic underworld.

I have sensed this while out walking,
peered through the brush and pulled myself back
frightened by the knowledge of
something devoid of all that is good.

Even if, sing the song,
could a bird explain the world that plays in his mind and imagination.

His blue eyes would stare in disbelief, because.

I dare say, the world is a pretty, dark place.

Back and forth flash the joyful days;
delights the crazy swinging brings.
the air that plays ahead my ways,
and seesaws flying with no wings.

The hide and seek, the flipping coin.
The shadows running 'long the streams.
The birds that come with chirps to join.
The golden times with endless dreams.

You're April showers when my land's dry.
The sunshine when the days go gloom.
You're the blast when spirits might die.
My marigolds; forever bloom.