Sometimes
Sometimes it’s hard to see
Beyond the beyond
But we keep looking
Until we find what we didn’t know
We were looking for
Sometimes it’s hard to see
Beyond the beyond
But we keep looking
Until we find what we didn’t know
We were looking for
We grieve in our remembrance. We joy in song
The mouth keeps it.
The heart speaks it.
Down
In a ditch
As the storm waters rage
If I break…Will you fix me?
If I break
Will you fix me?
Make me whole
Defend me
Lest I break again?
More life! More love! More laughter!
How fast can you run?
One is too many.
I drift along the longing breeze…like a dandelion
I am convinced that sexy is a state of mind. A while back I wrote “Beauty Confession – My Wake-Up Call”. This post is a sort of follow-on.