We are like pebbles on a beach. Brought by the tide, yet not born from it. Sitting, and waiting,

There’s not enough time, Not for seeing the world, no no But feeling alive, To hold your friend when they weep… For being in a hole,

Wake to the sun on fire, a wandering wisp of a dream, In it’s forgotten desire, a candle… as a sonnet sings sentiment as bri… What is a plum situation,

She reminded me of women, I used to see as a child, at family gatherings. Tired, not quite steady,

It takes balls, hell, it takes every inch, to keep spinning. To talk of flowers, or the death,

Oh dreaded day, bring light! Nothing less than the beauty that you are, The whispers and winds in mind, Shackled, deranged, slightly mad,

To sin enough, is to sin forever, shine dull nor pure, but fear!, fear the end. Does it end after night, or at the end of the day!

The doubt of spring, makes winter warm, when all is cold is now gone, The sparkle of night, and the seasons change,

I remember youth and senses, the smell and touch. Fascinated by breathing, in and out. Sunday walks,

Etched, in the valleys of the moon, staring from or to. Blazing the night, The autumn heat returns,

Brush teeth, Planes overhead, People I’ll never meet, Some words just dance, your words dance.

She blazes and burns a beautiful m… grabs life’s hand and drags it wit… Never too close, to love it wholly, Yet close enough,

My father talked often, of what went wrong, who his father was, Who he is as a father, Long drawn out conversations,