A Cabin In A Forest

Flicker goes the candle fire

Beneath the stars of hope, desire

Held between the golden rings

Surrounded by my paper wings

Crackle goes the death of leaves

On sunlit soil and distant eves

Laid on top of verdant grass

Colors change as times do pass

Lather goes the midnight wind

Of broken cause and dreams ruined

But still, the light of the moon does shine 

And lights upon my fate defined

Prickle goes the bleeding thorns

In endless skies and finite morns

Stitched upon wounds I'll never sew

Hold me like I once did you