A Child of Three Her Blood Soaked Carpets

Tis been over a decade now Although it seems as that a lifetime Since passing aneath this bridge... Beyound the night; these words entering Into my mind twas twilight: having then for a couple of years Started carrying these little notebooks everywhere we went Pouring atop pages scribbling in colours while exercising life's plight Kiss the sun first day of winter chasing ghost and time, was such for me Nothing has changed her song remains the same; rusted chains growing old An infant welcome to his world waxing cold it's pain as jade tears about, their truth.