We Met on the Park Boundary Trail

I've dreamt of those eyes
Dark, brooding, setting their sights
I've dreamt of those eyes

Blackness of the eyes
Bloodsuckers attached to sides
Sadness engulfed in peace and tranquility
When I'm in your home, I feel free

I've wandered these woods a thousand times
Something keeps spotting me
Filling me with reminders, I'm not free

Orange from the first quarter moon
Empress card pulling me
Reminding me of my roots
Reminding me of the mother in me

Pain, the dread
What is to come?
When I hit the dirt, it's always peace that fills me and the ferns