glossed over as if covered in a way that makes it new some say white others blue
if i mix red and blue will it make… or a fragment of the odor it could be the base or nothing at all the wash between cycles
the tales find words in them the weepings from the finger print… speak through words UN-know little smears of oil mixed with du… pressed down in ink, some would sa…
broken perfection siege-d by the hand only to find - nothing looking back in the mirror the horror that races through
the day was thoughts and the ladder long waiting to fall was willing to harm connecting the dots
the tears didn’t leave a trail into the corn field till after the couple was found frozen and dead but left many puddles after
i can shine your armor and make ready placing arms and legs in encouraging you to be steady as we start to begin
your works make me feel that we met in the hall somewhere, only i saw and looked away, distra… by the moth eating the caterpillar and you watched me as i watched th…
shy timid in a way that makes the blood warm, beating as it pump… the words from the finger tips creating it’s own world - to live… or dream of, the stars tell the st…
lost in the scent as the smelling… escorting beauty by the hand - buy… because the tone is in the air as the spider spins her web - her… on a hill, the breeze wrapping you…
the m is the w only backwards or upside down maybe if one is colored we can tell them apart we can tell them which way to go
as we dance on the clouds you sing to me spraying your colors all around reflecting your art
the master tapestry woven soft silk into my hair putting a bead on taking one off
As the last note is played and you consider the stalks that are being beaten down outside your window and ponder the image in the mirror
taking life as a child with ease of wonder dropping the emotions that life bestows will start the healing