Fleshy green leaves wait, their patience tested here in the desert. Yearning for the soft patter of raindrops on leaves to beckon forth flowers. Advertisements
His voice is worthless, echoes from afar I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry But sorry, with all it’s breadth and scars is not the meaningful word she longs to hear she wants LOVE reverberating in her ears for LOVE is the panacea to heal…
Under the willow we lay on a hot summer’s day a blanket spread on dark damp loam.
And though her heart now gay life was once tragic when death’s pain had its way drowning life’s magic.
He, the powerful and brilliant sun- RA She, Venus, smaller than earth, orbiting his enticing light for no moon beckons to her in dark obsidian nights
cool stones in clear pool
Heart of mine sheds shards of tears from the pain of wanting you leaving cracks in the veined marble where our tender love once grew but now a mass of etched ecstasy stained stone.