in the field of memories
underneath the sun
i watch you smile slightly
sitting among the toads
hopping...
on the run.
you stroke their backs
you pick them up
they look into your evergreens
loving...
but not.
they don't see what i see
although they think they do
beyond that yonder forest
there's so much more
sadness...
and gloom.
sometimes you glimmer back at me
with eyes that cry for help
to soothe the storm inside your mind
i wish i could...
but you won't let me.
