The natural gift of Loblolly evergreens
Mockingbird , tonic songs from colorful -
Red Bud trees
Wind whispered vows of Summer days -
with sun-swept dreams , Black Crow cackle -
across the violet , flowered green seas
Shadows of Dusk tint a Georgia blue -
canvas , Pin Oak splintered memories -
from a waning afternoon , fodder for the seasoned -
romantic , aromatic Jasmine and Honeysuckle fill , overtake
my senses*...

I'm standing on the ledge again
How did it all begin
I was minding my own business
But it struck with such quickness
Where did that razor come from
I'm afraid I might succumb
It was like magic it just appeared
The temptation to pick it up is something to be feared
Because if I do I'll slice from ear to ear.

Take to me the edge,
That god-forsaken edge;
So I can see where darkness thrives,
And light begins to end.

Take me to that place,
Of frightening solitude;
Where people give their lives away,
And end their pain for good.

Let me have a glance at death,
While clinging on to life.
And I'll dance on that fateful edge,
With all my ache and strife.

.
*Longing, you gaze through the curtains
Lost in the moon’s glowing light
Stillness awash in the heavens
A hush on the whispers a’ flight

Promises echoed in stardust
Softly as wind on a wing
Smiles that form in the distance
Thoughts in the quiet now bring

Sighs of each breath ever taken
Affectionate phrases a’ flow
Desires agleam in the darkness
Peaceful horizons now show

Hearing his voice say I love you
Even though you are apart
Knowing this night as you listen
In silence, he speaks to your heart