A wish and a hop
A deer and a drop
The rain on the autumn trees call-
To me and thee
Forest of fields and spring
Glowing in trascuous freight
A trek and growl-
Of wolves ever so frightful
Come for me
Grains in the soul wait
Trying to reach you when ever so never
Will wait for you for while
Though always tired
And although troubled are you
The snip in scissors
Laid across skin in Wonderland
Where once is never and twice
Is always
These fleeting feelings
Are gone now
I wish for nothing
I wish for nothing - I swear
Do I? What\'s not to miss
For love is made of thorns and poetry