cool voices beckon me
icy notes fly through the trees
I long for summer
its warm embrace
yet for my love
left not a trace
purple embers of a growing fire
spongy moss
I'm called a liar
fairy circles
with broken wings
I can't get up
I cannot win
only me
myself
and I
have shown you there
without a smile
let stone letters breathe your name
'till walking through
'it's not the same'
