My love, my all

Rearing it's head back like a lion in the midst of a mighty roar,

the majestic sorrows of the day project their power to the energy of the world

solitary and aggressive like a fearsome grizzly breathing smoke in the fall air,

the hunger of the emotional core growls and snarls violently and psychically angry

hollow and empty like fierce psychotic winds whipping through seismic mountains,

the saddened soul empties with a swift, endless, passionate scream

mournful and depleted like a woman who's lover disappears without a trace,

the landscape of human earth looks as ungodly and dead as the silent moon's horizon