Under the Primrose

You see the way the forest glows

For everything I've dreamed

To me, I've watched the flowers grow

And nothing here will bring me home again

I sleep under the moon again

Alone, in bitter bed of years

Fly away, the sighs fade far from here

In auburn's drape, you blossom from me

The hill, the one you slept on

I'm here, left to erode

My only fear, you plant your head down and listen to the crying of my solitude

Spiraled lights spew through warm mists

Auras of quiet despairs, crawl unto thee

Through the soil still

I channel the roots

Held from the truth

I hope to reach the above

The night drawing near

You shall return home, for this is true

Forever I'll dream of only you