Your memory has the scent of dew on forest fruit.
Everyday
I chase your shadow and smile,
Through the forest,
But somehow
I always lose myself in darkness.
Without you,
My guiding light
I dive in shallow lakes
Searching for treasures that
I'll never find.
Melancholy takes her hold on me
As the cold water fills my lungs-
I don't fear death,
I fear chasing shadows and hares
That don't exist.
