overwhelmed by spells quell a realm bring rings as worn by trees in the center where the heart sleeps waiting for an answer in fall often watching the moon I think of you celebrations run the year we try to hear the underlying undying word of love as clear as a fantasy forgives forever cool…
a true friend will never leave you forever resting beside you as the tide ripples in inspired by the greatness of you my friend in sickness and in health batten down the hatches in self-protection catching her breath forgiving with grace and depth the furtive rivers flow away to find a lesser death dear friend…
balmy breezes send to her a restorative heart lift the lady longing for a liberty that she may explore avenues of faith the girl next door places flowers in a vase she sees and hears the injustice of a manic depressive race seeking brilliant minds those knowledgeable in their expertise the learning curve for genius…
there is a great deal of sorrow in heaven we cry their tears they want so much for us what they no longer have i weep for you my angel and long to hold you close to protect you from all tyranny and so my own holding it together for just another night we feel…
the surf is wild in an inkling of twinkling stars start in the sky covered by twilight night has come and gone rains and winds conjure cloudy morn bliss to be alive and well and warm the ground is wet regrets the storms that push and pull the icy blasts that beg forever torn aghast…
it’s still fun to write puns to eat plums rich purple juice dripping down my man Taylored suit I love a good basket of fruit weaving baskets would be fantastic hope the orderlies are cute they say my illness is min-ute in a way there are fruits and then there’s fruits my kareoke roots these…
all is quiet in the middle of the night the animals sleep while I write looking for some solace self imposed composed with words and woes never do I know what to say a gentle twilight before the day the morning light will kiss all worry away to know that dad and mom are okay…
in the most wonderful remorse the words spoken run their course coarse the meanings fall between the dirt that rains have all but muddied actions speak louder when sullied dry wit finds oppressive days sad to see the crab scurry away the end of her moon baths tug quietly quick to clip her claw against…
astral projection light years past meteors and stars at a hastened clip a rocket tied to every ship and picking up the pace aurora’s pearly white smile upon her golden face to comb her flaxen curls with the teeth of mars waiting it out till the night recedes in the glory of day to light…
cold climates call for her warmth interiors home and hearth for home a favorite haunt is where the blissful hummingbird I yearn for is there a jovial storyteller smiles all the while into tomorrow with the night a cozy right of passage she takes a photograph with forethought thinking will this make a good painting?…