in times of old it was obscene the character the choice made and history told

reading eyes, bleeding fingers longing for the other to put the salt back in the shaker rearranging the letters to figure the meaning of the words

the tender curls of the leaves bring the gardener to his knees to touch the softness, stroking it… it’s not time dear to go into hidi… stay and splay your beauty more

as if sealed away in a locket not willing to remove it from the… set on fire, ready to sail the roc… range hindered as it’s not in sock… heart beating to the melody of a h…

sad even the lightning bug has a purpose in a jar but a heart, no place

you yearn to turn and churn but you can’t learn as the eyes watch through

then one spirit says to the other i will do it this way the other says no . and i,.. - well i, .. i get stuck in the middle

or begins as the key climbs the string hey kite, what are thee to me for i say when you fly the cords of my mind

it just comes to me o yeah, that would be good in a poem so i write the line

learning from history only to follow their steps as eternity rolls or calls us home

reflecting my Father brings light to the darken glass mirroring His love will be my home pass

taking life as a child with ease of wonder dropping the emotions that life bestows will start the healing

no going around the bush here picking the posies to expose the bleeding tears - sear with the hot rung a rose left dripping with the memories

would be like finding the end of t… only you weren’t looking for it to the surprise of not many days l… shaken and stirred, mixed in a way of never to be separated again