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

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

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

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…

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

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!

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,

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

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,

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,