Little marks criss cross, summer breeze
Blow to the wind, winter freeze
Little marks dot the autumn scape
Until spring lies with mouth agape
Lies aflutter, fly away clean
Lies afloat while seasons keep
Secrets sing of seeds we reap
No plants rise but weeds they weep
Little vines haunting through cracks seep
Little vines crawling in my mind creep
Blood vines curl, twirling swirl
Blood lines criss cross the unknowing girl
Little marks burrow in skin deep
Quiet anger like tea that steeps
Smarting, burning until the waters meet
To put out the fires from her soul heat
Little marks seething of fire gold
Flickering light as the world goes cold
Dimming the landscape the little marks shine
Until one by one, without a sign
The little lights go out
Leave nothing
Keep nothing
But dreams in their wake
Ellamental Thoughts 