Dreams do come true,
i say to myself after having...
Life is, an infinite summer
A spread of wheat and hay...
It was a moment of chance
when I saw you across the crowded room...
He sat rocking, slowly back and forth
Hands a little shaky now, not like his youth...
The child is long dead
And someone has taken his place...
Jealousy silently creeps in
Dark as a mid-summer night sky...
May fear be as morbid
As moon waned in the dark, cold night...
I am becoming.
i can feel it welling up inside...
Little Girls kneels at the foot of the bed,
Droops on her little hands and rests her little...
Once passed can never be brought back
Time in the only thing a human cannot hack...
Pale mummified lips pressed together too tight.
Distracting you from the rights and wrongs...
Familiar translucent swirls
of a crisp new season...