Walk the wild with me,
just for a bit,
please
Let the fall coloured leaves,
crunch
beneath
our bare feet
May we,
for just a while,
exclude all the world?
Can you hold my hand,
let all else
Fall away?
Will you walk the wild with me?
Atleast for a day
search the stars for secrets,
trace ancient paths
maybe hold my pen bent hands
and let us forget what we don't have?
Walk the wild with me,
Please
~AGB

I seem to think often of the,
whispers of Angel wings
in the devils ear
late at night,
Pitter patter,
of smokey,
wet, rain drops,
falling
carelessly
upon the late blooming
moon flower vines,
I wonder what secrets,
the wings of Angels
whisper,
into Satans silver ears?
Secrets the rain drops carry,
to the flower vines perhaps?~agb