it passed for all of us

Alone between the sky and sea
An island
Reaching out to me
Neglected
A world apart rejected
It's wild shore
Deserted and unsought for
An island
An island
A vision calling me

An island in the setting sun
Alone
At peace when the day is done
Protected
It's secrets undetected
Illusion
Untouched and in seclusion
An island
An island
At peace when day is done

I must go there
Without the crowds around me
There with silence to astound me
Alone to face my destiny
To inderstand what life might be
I must go there
To take my furure chances
To turn away the backward glances
Then in that moment I will know
Why we are apart
When still I love you so

Not flowers but
All the
Cracks
At the very edge of petals
Where the watercolour bleeds away
And starts to rot
Sweetly
- That's what I am

no beautiful words for me today
i’m just sad

there was a little mole a lovely chap was he
he lived in a hole beneath a great big tree
he like digging tunnels he would dig all day
kicking up the soil while going on his way
he left little hills scattered all around
where he had been digging while going underground
then when he got tired digging holes so deep
back to his little hole an then fall fast asleep