In a world full of roses,

Be a crow,

The one who dances in flight,

With the same rhythm as night,

Who stays in shadows,

Only when the light shines too bright,

Whose intent is kinder than kind,

Even when met by the light of the divine,

And who brings flowers to others,

Just to share the delight of life...

I love him in silence,

The way shadows love the moon—

Without ever being seen,

I followed him through the forest of films,

He was the wolf with no name,

I was the fox that wasn't quick enough,

And when he was out of my view,

I howled my ache aloud,

Hoping it would echo far enough,

But hope is a flickering flame,

Burning out your logic,

Until it finally burns you,

He’ll never know this,

He’ll n...

I wear the mask that makes me cheerful and light,

With feathers ‘round my head,

And hum a bright song,

All while wondering where I belong,

It hides stuff I can't show,

A performance, a bird, a different glow,

An odd shape only I know,

This shades my face and covers my eyes,

My clever little disguise,

I thought once I was better carrying my feelings,

Now I just find it kinder to seal my eyes,

Wi...

In the night you prowl,

Like a shadow that dances,

In the moonlit groves,

And beneath the moon’s eye,

You send a scare,

to every creature that knows you're there,

Then when the moon falls,

You'll lay and close your eyes,

And dream of its demise,

Because even the moon runs, you know,

And hides from view,

And finally you'll have your throne,

Oh, to those who are darker than the sky,

Thriving t...

The world

Has called you

A jewel

And a treasure

And a gemstone

I see you as

A hijacker

But not as ordinary

As you suspect:

A hijacker

In gemstone...

Eyes of silk,

And slate,

And soul,

Look upon me,

And yet I see nothing,

But fire.

Fire in the dark....

I roam the land of ash

My paws bleed in ink,

More and more and more,

But still I crawl

The ink then swirls

Into light and dark,

Into reality and dream,

Into letters and spaces,

Into poetry

And the first line

Speaks of bleeding

As beauty...

Even the ash went still

Even it listened

Like it didn't know

Little did I know,

It always knew

It just wouldn't tell ...

The ash clung to my paws like frost, but it bit like regret. I was somewhere I’d never been. It smelled like a woodland that I had never stepped foot in, yet still I remembered it in scent, in nose, in memory that doesn't belong to me. Still, I remembered what I don't know.

And still I ran.

I ran from the silence that had teeth. I breathed in the ash until I was dizzy. It spoke to me in the sile...

The silent myths turned

To spoken stories

And I ran

Ran til’ moonlight turned to black

And black turned to ash....