looking down at the smooth stone that i just picked from the creek and as the water evaporates i ponder the meaning of your words gently pecking your cheek
in times of old it was obscene the character the choice made and history told
the day was thoughts and the ladder long waiting to fall was willing to harm connecting the dots
i tried sign language, the languag… they call it, the mating call, the… of the pelican to the penguin as t… and you see the light through the… and know that there is hope, waiti…
as i went to leave a comment and say something like– gold isn’t gold with out the fire. and then i doubted as if questioning my own beliefs
in the hive or packaged together and open on t… the day of forgiveness, how could… where the groves in the hand will… as the togetherness is in-cased in…
the rabbit left no ladder the climb –of no way no bounce of the mushroom no tear in the ear will help –end this sway
down yonder it gracefully glides cascades of color to my surprise light on one side - confides in the corner where it hides the reflection of the shadow
learning from history only to follow their steps as eternity rolls or calls us home
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…
you yearn to turn and churn but you can’t learn as the eyes watch through
you know the softness just before… it turns to darkness before the li… so, one doesn’t like purple but pi… as if the flower petal just fell f… you see the light at the end, you…
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
the land stars blink and rise under the pale pink sky singing as they dance to the tune of each others hearts
i weave the butterfly hairs into your looks and they look like feathers blowing in the airs with no one to read the book the tongue stopped by time
