My mother in law is visiting
Tomorrow just at three...

Golden cells of honeycomb
that tastes sweetly on your lips...

Music pulls tightly at my soul
follows me out as I stroll...

Blood red is the shadow round your eyes
as you look out on dying skies...

They say that love lasts for a moment
then naturally fades away...

There is a spider in my bath
it's staring up at me...

When I was just a child
my mother said to me...

Gentle dove with crystal breath
with plumes that touch my heart...

Eighteen and a rebel stating my place
wrapped in the arms of my parents embrace...

This world is filled with hate and war
with greed and ego at the fore...

Tossing, turning,
hard to sleep...

I like drinking types of coffee
some that even taste like toffee...