Together we were a thousand tears falling in the starry universe tempting sweet flowers to bloom, and songbirds to croon Advertisements
If I gathered each dewdrop glistening on the rose put them to music and with my pen compose a symphony of our souls, a song that holds the key would you stay forever and listen to the notes as we solve the mystery…
And when she arises from her watery grave, in a smoky swirl above the calm frigid lake she walks with him along a familiar trodden path, feeling his heavy sadness and hot bitter wrath for being forsaken.
Why, my lady art thou blue are barren lips longing for stolen kisses?
“And in the end, the love you take is equal to the love you make. “- John Lennon/Paul McCartney My darling I will leave you with this vow before I break the promise I made, so my lusty thoughts I must forsake
Upon his lips, kissed essence of robust black coffee lingers on her tongue in harmony, mingling with the wine’s lavender syrah eyes closed, yearning for another taste of him.
” I thought years ago that old Heraclitus was wrong. You can’t step into the same river even once.”– Jim Harrison You can’t step into the same river even once for the water is forever changing, re-arranging, adapting.
Burdened by the weight of a thousand petaled thoughts mired in muddy memories of a love lost…
I will paint flowers on your soul
In my dreams he doesn’t speak yet somehow I hear his words I know I hurt you when I left but I had no other choice because you see my love I had to decide, it was you or me.
I adore summer evenings spent in sweet revelry wrapped in your arms dancing under
Fleeting Tis your birthday So I seek Solace in your arms