About

Here in this forest, I am a bear
I amble in silent solitude
Every footfall a subtle thud;
Each slightly disruptive
To the rhythm of the world.

I am the happy mask collector
I am the void into which many things disappear
and never return
I am young enough to be a fool
and old enough to have no excuse for it
I am blue:
melancholy, deep, alien, drunk, dreaming.
And I am a Story.

A heart is pining
A mind declining
A flesh that seeks epicurean bliss;
A soul silent still
Matched against mortal will
Where Love takes arms against madness;
And Cain and Abel struggle still
To hold sway o-er my mortal will;
And neath all my joys and woes
His Spirit still flows.