the quivering of a leaf in the wind
shards of light and dark
flying past thee
are more intensely beautiful
than the man Iād love to see
Better than the dick that did me in
natureās embrace
stronger than a humanās
grip on me
hold my heart dearer
I want to dance with the trees
atop a mountainous mound
with its shaggy shrubs
dotted across the wise paint of my
brush
Surrendered gleeful roads full of adventure
Their leaves all wavering with more feeling
than you ever did
with my passing








