As time passes,
illusions cloud vision.
nothing but a fading shadow of a person,
for today,
the battle scars of yesteryears,
will be buried,
never to be resurrected,
even with the calling of that passion,
as time passes.

Nonsense that grew out of love,
fostering the birth of the unknown.
to travel side by side,
in holy matrimony,
entwined in more then love,
but eternal companionship.
for today,
i hid.
never to reveal the inner demons,
that gnaw and bite,
nonsense that grew out of love.

Fast asleep and growling,
like a bear in hibernation.
never wanting to be disturbed,
by yet another dispassioned soul,
who knows only to take and hurt,
to tempt and reduce,
where i remain nothing more then a weeping willow,
dipping in the wind,
jostling to return back to the land i came from.
the land of peace once again,
drifting off,
fast asleep and growling.