Thoughts of Solitude

I ask for a drop
a kiss
as that Springful breeze scapes
this meadow
the grass twirls, dances in a
spiral of subtle captivation
though these trees may die
their leaves crumble
and the warming fires cease to burn
like dried tears
pearls
scattered along a fading path
so may this tune be ever-lived and walked
each time
I am cursed with silence