The fog carries spirits from lands far and lands wide,

whispers reaching every dew in the plains and canyon,

reverberating my sinews until its doors are pried.

Who has taken my only traveling companion?

the prairie turns salty like sea foam

the rolling hills disfigured to crashing waves

icy water strips rich loam

and i flail as I become enslaved.

For the whispers are rosey sirens

from a sight of rosey red rocks

and hands reached out with floral engraved irons

from a figure hidden by her brown locks.

sky black

lungs filled

the voice of my love, but so.

colors awashed in her green hue

like her eyes i love and know.

the sweet rye lost to salty rot

by a figure from afar

singing a message i cannot hear

to a man estranged from himself

who loved and saw her in the dew unclear

my body numbs and the cold feels warm

her smile reaches the corners of my mind

is this a call to heed to her reform?

and to deny be so a man unkind?

i cannot bear much more,

lost in her sea and no sight of shore.