Quoth the Green Man

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Childhood memory
I’m floating above myself
Yet it’s not a dream
Autumn mists – breath shows
Leaves crumble under my boots
I’m going nowhere
Night sky, clouds below
Towards the full moon I fly
Visiting Friends there
You won’t understand
I don’t have to touch your skin
Your spirit is mine
Smoke rises, crows cry
Flames consume fragile body
She was innocent
Crystals and incense
Unburied regrets haunt us
Gaia sleeps alone
I’d tell you again
But are you even here, love?
Alzheimer’s disease
Life demands action
Quoth the green man: red water
It won’t get better
You know this in time
Nothing exists when I’m gone
We are eternal