If heaven was a mile away-
Or joy was more than a coy display...

I as a wee lass, once sat in the boughs of Viola...
For in her stale bark-hardened embrace, I felt...

Look into my eyes
Tell me what you see...

I feel I need to verbalize these emotions,
but will I find the appropriate words...

In the storm blue eyes of my daughter
I saw the love of God shine on me...

Once she glanced up into the horizon
sparkling with the silky blue smoke...

Subtle flickering flint of light
melting, lonely, in daylight...

Heated sheets are torn apart
The witching hour has dawned...

It's been four weeks, since we last did speak
and you told me to go away, that I couldn't stay...

I had one last chance
at picking up the remains...

this world needs a little permutation
lets start with "x,z,y" and end in "b,a,c...

Ok, so this isn't a poem, and it isn't about...