Month: August 2025

Rising, the blood moves Creeps in a rivulet down Past the last crevasse

Clambering under The overhanging grey rock, Your eyes smile at mine

Rain bucketing down, Your anger blocks out the sound We are now as one

Leaves fly in spring winds, It is right to die this way, Covered by the night

Spring rain mists the face Reconciles, Sakura petals fall There will be no tears

Rocks splinter under ice Winter’s coil wraps me today Love, inert, in that crevasse