I dug a little hole, to be
the home of flowers presently
inside a squirming worm in slime
fled the sudden sunshine
May 19, 2013
May 19, 2013 at 4:06 PM UTC
It was a sunny day
when grandpa died
I sweated in my little tie
cloudless sky, all dressed in black
the sun cared not for grandpa's death
May 19, 2013
May 19, 2013 at 4:06 PM UTC
I can't help but dream of you
and me, sitting, drinking cups of tea.
Talking, mildly discussing, of the color blue;
all its hues and its philosophy
Alone without the fussy world
distracting. To Be, no fear, simple.
And in the crashing waves of endless Time
we could stop.
May 18, 2013
May 18, 2013 at 8:22 PM UTC