My love is like winter trees Bare, raw and honest – And just waiting to blossom Withstanding forever Throughout the harshest weather Swaying slightly, perhaps – But yet, unflinching My love is like winter trees, Refreshed and unique Yet like so many others that appear alike My love is like winter trees, It’s branches reaching towards the pale, luminous light Stretching slowly and plummeting softly through restless nights My love is like winter trees, Inspiration for beauty Yet however supernatural, Fears the flame.

Sickened, churning in my stomach Like a nail – Someone drowning out the silence With their pointless speeches of what and where And who and when But no why’s. Feelings fading like the night sky in the morning The raven’s hair glittering as he waits In the rain Waiting, waiting, waiting for something Or someone To fill his black feathers with warmth – Some senseless somebody to sew the thread I am sick now; sick with impatience My foolish ways have led me so far – The understanding we had has disappeared And what’s left now but a phony tear? A stone for my pillow And a handful of thieves As they steal, steal, steal A loaf of bread to feed my starving needs.