Why, my lady art thou blue are barren lips longing for stolen kisses? Advertisements
“If we don’t know life, how can we know death?” Confucius We all must die this I know, but the puzzle that remains is why some go before growing old, snatched from life before their time.
It seems like only yesterday since you took your last breath. Life circles and cycles through, we carry on, as if nothing important happened when we said goodbye.
Cobble a melody with echoes of stones and bones a raucous music malady of haunting pounding tones.
Fading into the purple haze of blues remembering your brown eyes laughing Yearning for one more glimpse of you
Serve me cold champagne every day and let’s dance in pale evening’s light clinging to one another, dipping, swaying to lulling sounds of nature’s orchestral night.
And though her heart now gay life was once tragic when death’s pain had its way drowning life’s magic.
As the Dark Angel fell, banished from heaven the universe ripped and unzipped a hole through the cloudy night sky.
My last words, whispered with bated breath before you turned and left leaving me alone and broken like a fallen egg from a robin’s nest.
She wept with a fiery fervency in a futile quest to suppress searing flames of her heart’s desires.
Burning passion flames within a woman reawakened The beast let loose untamed will not again be forsaken.
Fresh bloom is off this soul whose colors have begun to fade