I heard afore time,
that they be wise...
I wake every hour during the night
And write down each dream...
Will my love be
daylight...
The glass
is half full with black wine...
My foot steps echo through these hallowed...
empty halls...
Years had passed since the sun
dusked on the kids we were, we...
Im fighting
Iat least I think im fighting...
I hide them everday
For I can not say...
As the wisteria blows on the wings of spirits...
The fragrance emanating penetrates on sheer...
Is it to be real, or liked?
Is it honesty, or feign...
Drop, Drop, Drop
The day lingers on...
It absorbs, in its enormity, the little light...
It expands beyond all boundaries of ugly porches...