When it all began
I was ignorant...

You are the birds in the sky
and the clouds that always sigh...

Pestilence emblazons,
hibernation ends once more...

I see people walking
down the street...

With an aching heart and a heavy chest,
I wonder: what if this is just a test...

Hovering, flying, soaring across the sky
we watch these high heavens she and I...

Love is like a jagged bright street,
That runs through a darkness that is not complete...

I see a light at the
end of the tunnel...

His hobby, his life,
so closely entwined...

It's eleven 'o five as I depart,
an ordinary Saturday at a seemingly...

I was lost in time
I was lost in space...

Sweet forty-two oh two, and
dear fourteen twenty-five...