And these strong
             arms
encircling
       my
waist,
Have carried me
through
time
to
a
safer place,
Where leisurely laying is not a sin,
Where skin to skin is not forbidden,
  Where i can rest my head,
                             Against
                            the
                    lull
­               of
      your
heart,
And never have to wonder,
where you are.

I take my spot,
Anticipating this moment.
You watch me from the left,
My hands spring forth quickly.
Wouldn't you know it.
Bits and pieces,
Bits and pieces,
Broken away,
No longer whole.
A smile on my face,
Which can't be controlled.
Softly with the tips of my fingers,
Making sure I don't miss much..
I create a little blanket,
To wrap up all this fun.
With a flick of my tongue,
Back and forth,
Back and forth,
I'll seal it off.
Then burn all along it,
And even the ends too.
Now it's ready to hit,
So that's just what we'll do.
Tip to my mouth,
Spark to the front.
Inhale real deep,
Off this blue haze blunt.
The expansion hits me,
My lungs bend under the pressure!
My mind is at ease though,
Whispering it's pleasure!
The cloud pours out forth from me,
To dance around the room.
And to the left I pass it,
For you to consume.
Your out stretched hand meets mine,
You laugh,
Inhale,
Then smile and hold.
You tell me you're proud,
You picked a girl who could roll.

Beware the pale horse
Who rides at dawn
From the wells of sorrow
His gait was drawn

Across the plains of snow
Unto the barren field
Ceaseless can he be
He can't afford to yeild

The benifactor thus unknown
To fabricate our faith
Shall carry upon his back
All that has to wait

The still pond lies
Its whipers are obscene
The pale horse is comming
This you can believe

He's passed the ancient grove
Before we knew of love
He's rode across the meddows
And waded through the mud

With a weary head he watched
And kept the toll
With blind eyes of age
Barer of the soul

Break the mortal chain,
And dissever its golden coils
All that is, is meant to be undone

The bitter frosts of autumn
They dance upon my lips
And settle low the ground
To steal a flowers breath
And lay them now into their beds
Beyond this mortal stretch

Long for spring my dear,
When winter is in the air
For if we do expire
I will be waiting there