Don't play with it

Dark paths through flower gardens

Moonlight on our skin

Hand on cheek and

Butterflies within.



Dark paths through flower gardens

Fear in my mind,

Desire to trust,

Desire to find,

No obvious answers yield,

So I run.



Dark paths through flower gardens,

Relaxation of exhausted thought

Permittance of happiness,

For it only happens when you learn to stop

Stopping the natural flow of things.

It is what it is,

Not a trap, not a trick.



Dark paths through flower gardens,

Drenched in photographic nostalgia

From a distanced cold winter day.

I believe in futures,

Do you?