25

I finally had enough strength

to walk what used to be simple

to find the willow tree

and send its soul to you.

i had a vision.

but the sight of past

flashing memory of future

brought me both to here

blessed be Eden

but my garden is a tree

fruit grow like a tire swing, higher grass, and a river bereft of flow

and i wont eat of any leaf

This willow tree bears no truth but where it all began

it hides you from the sun

so you may grow strength to return 

and there it starts again

I wait for you

I have not left

Again.

but still the music flows

as my blood

and so ill walk

and come for you

Again.

I miss you Angel.

its quiet now. 

the wind is smoothly withering past and away with the sounds in the sky.

her messages for me have stopped

and i am both the quiet prophet; when the revelations end, and he has to go to bed the next night

without the visions in his head,

and the plant we had; the caterpillars that ate through every branch we left to consume their host until -death.

but i still have my dreams...

and a few butterflies were born..

WAGING WAR - QUADECA