‘Til his arrow falls pierces painless, silencing a heart.
now as it’s all blurred by misbegotten desires and unbidden temptation
The sun sets every day I am sure So why I wonder does this one pass me by? Demons long
Take this oak its broad umbrella green and massive Leaning comfortably upon its nest of feet below Without a care
When tragic looked my way wanting Desperate, she numbed her lonely fears Drinking up her fantasy of life re-lived Her