She’s young and wild, a furry spark, The queen of chase at Inwood…
In Inwood’s shade I softly tread, A crown of dreams upon my head.…
At the edge of the marsh where the river wind sings, Two little…
There was a time I wore the crown, In mirrored halls of polished…
Some mornings bloom in softened light, With petals spun in pink and white,…
The forest doesn’t speak in words, It hums through leaves and wings of…
Go-slo, morn-flow, dawn’s sweet chime, I rise, rinse the night from my skin,…
I woke to a world that had lost its stars, Neon suns hummed…
At dawn, I part with my little one’s smile, A fleeting warmth that…
He walks the streets, his head held low, A shadow where the neon…