VIII
MELODIES, These songs of life!
that i have watched the sun
sink below my own heart.
i have touched the tears
of the love of my angel
and have ventured up toward
the greenest pastures of all
to find a butterfly resting
upon a fallen tree; is where
i choose to be my dear.
The moment is quiet and
the hawk screaming
the clouds are roaming
as does this empty soul.
A world upon the perch
of a handheld love
the shadows of sorrow
the mouth encased by
imponderables so.
Dream, dream. And dream.
Answers within the night,
tears upon the pillow,
that we all dear fight!
:: 10-01-2017 ::
