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,

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!

Soon as the sun, as life becomes d… I flow with a heart, all the worst… No more can I mourn, myself as I… It’s bright and it’s sad, but toda… like the years gone before, or the…

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,

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

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

You have to, jump in with the sharks. They won’t eat you, unless you let them. You dodge and dive,

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

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

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

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

I couldn’t think, of anything worse. From the outside, Looking in. Draining your soul away,