Haze

Fast morning

Past warning

Reverse landslide

Cut trees

There's a River path

The forming

Of a little wrath

In roaming

Free falling breeze

Old, aged scenes

Touched in slides

In a little while, they'll gloam here

For a mineral pile, inside it is foaming

Preferred glamorized

Iris's unseen

Bold, frail things

Blush and wail clean

On the spot

Won't get a little harder

Only the passage of time

I am a chambermaid

In a Loch Ness old as time

Hitter miles, touch down an ancient stand

Loneliest massive strides

Wish for the warmth of a hand

A little farther, fierce

Locked in a matradame

Hoping the vasige is denied

Out of this mime

And songs dripping like wine

I feel sanctified

But that's the warmless, hazy other side

Undefined

Under climb