it's quite a challenge for me
to look in the mirror and not point out
all the things about my body
I wish to change.

the first thing I see are my imperfections
and I wonder what kind of peace
what kind of universe
could exist where I don't feel this way.

Probably one
with no mirrors.

People are strange,
You are not,
Live with it.

There is thunder in our hearts,
Lightning in our souls,
A pounding in our chests and a
Quaking in our bones.
“Our time has come!”
The cry arises,
“Our time has come!”
We charge forward unafraid,
Into life’s tantalizing parade,
Our colors waving high
As we ride on to the sky,
Chasing our dreams and visions,
Decimating anything in our way.
There is thunder in our hearts,
Lightning in our souls,
A pounding in our chests and a
Quaking in our bones.
“Our time has come!”
The cry arises,
“Our time has come!”

My last love lyrics
are in your teardrop
mine has little rain
I sink to the mud earth
but always remember your pain

november is an exercise in trust
we sit inside and through the windows
we watch things die
never quite sure if this time too
they will return

Distracted by the monotony of life,
I missed it when you drifted in,
Suddenly, you were there,
Causing my heart to flutter,
Offering me solace, shelter,
You hit me like a freight train,
Clean off my feet,
And now I'm enveloped by you,
Distracted by the monotony of life,
I missed it, when you drifted in............


(C)eileenmcgreevy@ymail.com 04/11/2019