Oct 4, 2018
Sleep in the garden, make love in the bed
I breath out these thoughts and exhale these words from my head
Life is the the blossom, the fruit, the seed
It is the journey of withering away before becoming whole
And I am a wondering, wandering soul
I have a melancholy mind and a heart like a diamond
It’s brilliant, never breaks, and the light keeps it shining
My mind it follows each phase of the moon
When waning I'm in the darkness, like the Lepidoptera in her cocoon