When is on(e) one’s sole design when others leave the field what entices them to leave when sunshine stands to yield Could it be less than life itself could it be more than sure what comes of thee when running blind what lends one to want more Bring the budding (flow)er seen to bloom in … Continue reading When is on(e) one’s sole design
Suddenly, Something comes Of what wasn’t before And a life is portrayed From an empty canvas The brush weaves a magic Unknown today It weaves a desire Of affected dismay Dismay that is lost In the brightest surround Allowing for miracles Yet to be found In what was seen As a darkened … Continue reading Suddenly
I come to share your wisdom Your knowledge and goodwill I come because I heard your call A folly bared – until I come to share in melody And harmony and song I come because I know you know That I know I belong I come to share affection In a river I’d disowned I … Continue reading Sipping nectar
Whenever I sit in the grandfather’s chair I dream what I wish for – that you would be there in a disorganised muddle – I fuddle about stumbling on affection – tripping on doubt yet in your eyes I see a girl – sweet and serene – as if you’re careening – I canoodle and … Continue reading The grandfather’s chair
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