Being immortal means I watch the seasons change,
quicker than a mortal eye can blink.
Though, I appreciate the beautiful range-
of colors of fall, it does not fill the sink-
hole in my immortal heart.
I am certain that I am forever changing,
like the moon, who has different phases.
I am certain that like the moon, I am drawn to the sea.
The peaceful sound of the waves creating music on the shore.
the only one,
I long for.
As the shore-
longs for the-
It’s secrets a key-
to the space between-
the moon and stars.
Vast like a ravine,
Many say fate is set in stone,
like hieroglyphs hung up on walls.
That tells stories to all.
Some say fate is crystal clear,
That it’s something not to fear.
Never forget this moment, my child.
Never forget the tall mountains of mist
Or the low valleys of grass
Never forget the forests so peaceful
The ocean so sparkling
I fall in love with you
Seeing your face
after a summer away
sends shock waves through my body.
I forget I love you
until the air starts cooling,
until school starts again.
In the crisp embrace of my russet leaf patch,
a Queen Bee reigns supreme, Her presence unmatched.
Her saintly swarm rustles me, yet I am blessed,
for She brings forth the chilly scent of ember rest.