FURROWS

Elven folklore....beautiful sands....
Silver hair..and ashen hands....
Twilight sunrise....daybreak sunset...
Screech owls cries.....depraved from nature's outset...


Emerald eyes....belonging to a witch's cat..
bewitched my soul....poured blue ink..in black....
Shadowed seductive sinews....walk all about.....
Death is calling me...all around....

A blinding light.....shows me the bleak line of the horizon....
IT IS THERE......
IT IS THERE.....
Not the path to heaven.....
Whoever said the light was towards heaven???
Folklore again?????????

Yet...
I BELIEVE.....
in...rainbows and trolls
in...dwarves and holes....
in...cities and streets..
in..rivers that meet
in...water and rain...
in...tears and pain...
in...nudity and lust...
in...yesterday and rust...
in...women and men.....
in....when...and then....
in... beauty and you....
but above else.....
in me and you....