keeping us tipping on one toe always over guessing looking through the hole not sure if i have a soul
tracking the shadow of the bird to know the hearts desire is all the people heard in s.o.s. through the wire with out being a liar
taking life as a child with ease of wonder dropping the emotions that life bestows will start the healing
missing little piece’s buried in the box no edging left can’t get through the locks to retrieve through ground
i know that and long for that day the day of pearls, will i get one to polish and reflect the light under your wing, holding the star from shooting to far, because thes…
hidden emotions brakes the soul rips and tears remain effecting the physical and making it decay
what is the focus while the continuous diving off the plank is performed for art sake’s the seeping in as moths
as i went to leave a comment and say something like– gold isn’t gold with out the fire. and then i doubted as if questioning my own beliefs
death the dash is released - freeing the colors to see and put in order to climb the spheres
while registering to buy Italy your mistaken identity diminished wrapped around and covered with banana peels and egg shells castings smell and then you sell
she set the easel up steadying the back leg with an old glue tube while raising up in her chair she spots it, there it was,
sad even the lightning bug has a purpose in a jar but a heart, no place
as if the razor couldn’t cut or the rose had no smell, but your nose was dripping and a tissue was not in reach of the umbrella that
reflecting my Father brings light to the darken glass mirroring His love will be my home pass
it just comes to me o yeah, that would be good in a poem so i write the line