The trees sparkle and gleam
they wink and smile at me
With every airy breathe they take
I can feel my soul awake.
Tickle my dying heart, it's weary again. I've been walking, howling back at the wind. Berate me, erase me, I have to give in . Time is a wasteland created by the imagination. I walked through and left memories askew. Toys and toys filled with infatuation.