Friday, April 18, 2008

PINE TREES AND YOU


Pine trees and you

Make me long to fly

Across the silver twilight

Into the abyss of the sky.


Pine trees, solitude

And you, are entwined

In the cool stillness of night,

Embalming my mind.


Moonbeams caress my face

Now aglint with silver streams

And trees silently scream,

Cut down, along with fatal dreams.