As I stride with the side wind she lifts me, her shadow will catch me when I lose control.
I am without doubt and incomplete reverse and form, I stand and watch a damp paper page squelched between two rocks, a page stuck in a damp age foretold and to hold, in a stain of rampage.
We are all but a verse in unison wrapped and rehearsed in multi infinite space. We are not a race, we are just, from the stone to the river from the tree to the singer from a bee on a flower, from the sand where she lay bland, on a bed of sun and shade, she blends with every single grain and satin is her skin on a constant shine like the letter s and completely mine is the whisper that I send and from her ear will bend some light and sound. I am found. I have found my find and she is mine.
Two score years down the ages, the day was just like the one before; the Sun rose in a solemn brilliance just like the day before, but with a peculiar aura: beaming with an infectious brilliance Thus attracting everyone and
Away from the crowd She whispered her tale. To the cresting waves, To the frothy foam, To the flying seagulls, They knew her soul. They were waiting for her To wash her heart. She left the remains, She was carrying
As I see the reddish blue of this setting sun, I’m suddenly brought back to a memory, of me and Liv driving down the road. Her talking and me listening and driving towards the setting sun. I remember the colors,
I was crawling deep down the wood, Flowers of love blossomed on head, Red, yellow, blue, green leaves smile, Waiting to greet the lovely dawn for a while Looking at the bounty of burning sun Warming in his strong arms
when another (anointed as lady lucky) resident renter bequeathed her bed prior to that good samaritan deed thyself and spouse slept on the floor like dogs dead tired from another day acclimatizing ourselves, especially when tummies got well fed and