Wild spirits, in a woods
Running like the wind
Blowing steady over
Bare branches howling
Since fallen leaves
Soaked by the rain
Lie on ground, still

Dodging traffic, ghosts
On soaked dirt roads
Blurry night vision
Foggy windshield
Laughing at the sight
Of swerving cars
In driver’s headlights

Screeching loudly, crashing
Tearing light from darkness
Life from death
Blood from my veins
Pouring like droplets
Strange crimson rains
Over and over again

Eludes my heart, freshly planted
Now like a lonely tree
So patient for you
To draw back to me
My earthly light
Almost extinguished
In freshly dug grave

A lonely castaway, is death
On a watery journey
Across time, immortal
Through portals sublime
To a place, confusing
Where beginning, is the end
Not our choosing