Would you rather sweep leaves on a windy day?
And read about others’ stories than be with me?

You’d prefer to sit alone than hold me in your arms
You’d prefer to walk away than hold me in your arms?

Than hold me in your arms........

So, do I really fit in here at all?

Do I even quite make the grade in your eyes?

Would you go counting wispy clouds than float away with me

Would you rather sweep leaves than hold me in your arms?

CHORUS:
Please, tell me why......you prefer to sweep leaves on a windy day

Sweep leaves on a windy day
Leaves on a windy day
Leaves on a windy day –ay-ay.....

When you could be..........holding me in your arms!


S T, 27 April 2013

time stands still....yes
awake at last
much less hurt.


superb splashes of colour
ingenious maker dabs
deep strokes
lightning-fast!


no words needed
silent canvass
awaiting
bold moves
timeless heart.


riding on a wave
yet to be discovered
such delights....


reality tilts in surreal way
no apparitions
hiding
pitch-black night.


atoms split
from unexpected quarters
undeservedly
so, grateful for support.


in your eyes
not yet seen,
layers of
insane aliveness.


sweet and simple sounds
lead to redemptive road
beauty
beginning


affording faith leaps
believing strains of truth
finding forever sought.




:)







S T, 27 April 2013