Being innocent
is the most punishable...
All sorts of tiny creatures chirped,
and you hummed to their music...
Will I ever find you
beyond the wrath...
I've carried you around
kept you in my back pocket...
Tossing, turning,
hard to sleep...
Laundry scattered
crossed my toes...
Stoic with a marble smile
and a fixed stare...
A pure coincidence of chance
To be sat there in that room...
This is just a test
for the real thing would not be...
Fall,
her whispers growing silent...
Sweet and sentimental touching tenderly
pearls of wisdom creates a well of serenity...
Pacific borealis
Fathoms in the quay...