we sang of twilight,
of night and her
silver thrones,

the day ricocheted
like a bullet,
a rose blown numb,

the sea was eternities
voice, mascara the
night sky on her lash,

i cried like a bird
floating on the
nearly summer

breeze...
i’m in love with you,
ian.

the lochs on the mead
the love on the land
the hope and the truth
the pretty pretty love
the sunshine and the flower
the glass and the glow
the meadows and the lark
the wonder and the blow.

spring sweetens her breeze
and i sing today for the sigh,

delicate leaf,
emotion of the sea,

shimmer
shimmer
shimmer
shimmer

i am far from you
like the beautiful
cherry flower on my tree,

i yearn and yearn,

you called me your bird
and we danced with
wings of fire,

pretty light in a house,

flowers as ghostly as the dawn,

when i say i love,
i love.

The MUSIC of everything once flowed through me. I could not understand it all. But it did not stop me from listening.  

BEING IN LOVE is beyond cosmic.  
BEING LOVED BACK is a universe you can hold..

The ears once told the eyes how beautiful music is. The eyes told the ears " You are talking about SUNSETS. "

THE SKY is where I find you looking back at me. Through the blue and away with the light,  I see you true my beautiful Starlight.  

LAUGHTER with close friends fills up my life gauge....

BOOKS offer company and friendships when you're alone..

I forgot to remember..
Remember what was real..
Real dreams make for moments unbound..
Unbound by all science we believe in..
In the morning at night..
Night was day.
Day of the destroyers..
Destroyers explained to me how it would all come down..
Down would become up..
Up would become sideways..
Sideways from me was it explaining it all..
All in all..
All together.
Together we all fall.
Fall from grace.
Grace my memory.
Memory of them and I.
I forgot my pen and could not write it down..