Beyond the Fall

Little Leaves

Hold me fast
As little leaves
Tell time, tell lies, tell me
Tell tales of old, wise dragons gold
Nights days,
Fill fantoms face.

Breathe my body
Feed my fire
Soften me, my sweet
Tempests taste
Soul embrace
Little leaves, lament.


Inbetween Life

Typing on a phone can prove interesting. But I like making these shorter pieces. Inbetween life.