when i become
      squirrel q u e e n
and you become m e...
  (in those woods)
  (under that sun),

i h o p e you
   recognize m e.

i h o p e you listen for
    my steps,

and i h o p e
    you follow me
  w h e r e e v e r
i go.

it is true
i am the beast
you the beauty
give upon you
a white rose
why do you love me so
honored one
pure and white as snow

pony-tailed playmate
head tucked in her shirt
gazing steadily down
at her toes in the dirt

chaos tiptoes around her
naive oblivion
journeys in far away lands
just west of the meridian

watercolor fairy tales
bleeding outside the lines
unaware of the danger
unaware of the signs

let me sit with you, darling
in the dampened flower beds
and paint a new world
for us in our heads

With grace she doused
Her hair in fuel
And lit the flames
As a burning carousel

What will be
Never belongs to us
So, we treat what we have
So, carefully

"its time to go" spoke the winds.
i open my eyes
ive settled into the dirt
and the roots have held to my skin.

"ive been gone too long again havent i"
the atmosphere had changed
"5 minutes go a long way"

i step away from my trap
theyve forgotten me.