Lady of the wandering sea
She was fifteen
When he came wandering by thee
The leaves would fall that very autumn
He saw
The wind blew amongst her hair
She would call
Oh lover, please take me here
Where butterflies are yellow with dawn
Life is green in the spring
Year after year would come
Left time of regrets be sown
In the full strength of years to be
Of the ages of blue diamond’s you'll see
So years would simply breathe one more breath
Lies one more day till death
Simply year after year
When she was sixty three
One more day
Was she*

By Debbie Brooks

i used to think this corner of your heart would be overpopulated,
but i was so wrong;
i now know this corner of your heart is empty,
all except for me;
i have begun to realize how alone i really am now,
with only this small piece of you left;
i've been thinking of what i wouldn't give to get more,
because it'd take to long to think of what i would;
Dearest, im lonely, and cold, and so very tired in this little corner of yours.
please come back. ~cp

AMONG the bumble-bees in red-top hay, a freckled field of brown-eyed Susans dripping yellow leaves in July,
        I read your heart in a book.

And your mouth of blue *****-I know somewhere I have seen it rain-shattered.

And I have seen a woman with her head flung between her naked knees, and her head held there listening to the sea, the great naked sea shouldering a load of salt.

And the blue ***** mouth sang to the sea:
        Mother of God, I'm so little a thing,
        Let me sing longer,
        Only a little longer.

And the sea shouldered its salt in long gray combers hauling new shapes on the beach sand.