Evergreen Edit

she must have been turning in her sleep
she kept herself somber in her snow white sighing winter
but i tried to wake her
and i tried to make her
see me through the dust of frost blowing,  so blinding
i saw her last summer, evergreen
here i am forsaken in the echoing hills of ireland, evergreen
i dream of her when i'm alone
i miss her in all weather
the cold wind banshees, flying've turned my aquamarine ocean eyes to stone gray frost,
i am forever bound and blinded, stranded in the sunspot forest, crying;
evergreen

here this weekend. i'm in a rather lulled creative state. the spring is waking and the sun is shining in a wonderful blue sky
water is all around us in many wonderful forms and i can feel the trees quiet sigh as they wake from a heavy slumber
and they are groggy as they've been shifted and they're all confused and a bit twisted, shaken and bent
for all the degrees below freezing each and every sensory bud on cracked-bare- branches in deepcold winter blowing spent
while with heavy eyes, the struggle's to stay sober, just let go and flow, through road-ice turned to river, down the grates and drains all wishing wells i leave for lent, another winter season's over
...

within these melting snows they run..the rivers of winter doldrums while the frost cells of a winter that enslaves us..is..as vapours rise and sarcastic ice crows cry..the longest deepest coldest turpor's nearly finally sunken neathe steaming grates of muted avenues
another hibernations done

uphill...panic crawling intoxicated writhing worm on fishook; Barton demon flamefork; tearin' hammertown strip, alcoholic hooker banshee

within your dazzling ocean eyes.. a melting drift of snow and ice that calls and flies and steams then sighs with every rush and yawn of tides... a season fades then starts anew....let still be seen my growing....flowing endless love for you