What If Solace Came With A Windy Garden?

david-hilburn Poems

Instinct (and the candor it took) Kiss me when the intentions are ripe Longevity is a toothsome notion, as if a guiding music Has the voice to carry, a welfare from here to sun's light The seen sought, a voice with more than a lip Of a marvel meant, and deemed a friend? To the fate we stir, with all of a hosts extravagance, a wit Of summary heed, to a lived example, praying to be lent Caught in a hushed tone, the truth...? Is for any who would listen, a stone of charisma...? Caring but for the our of decision, we have let a youth Become the notoriety of since, and a charity of weal to say: I grow a fruit, with kindness in mind Tense and awkward, a hope of sincerity's homage to choose Between a holier water that laud has to rhyme Or an earthen seclusion of devotions, if may is to be few Blow and service to an ideal, a harrowed simplicity to vaunt The gifts of are, a might the fate of all who came Or is a wealth its own reward, the other opinion in a song? With babbling lips, and an echo of hearts, the irony of same... A course of decision, in the name of solidarity Sent to effused, if not enthusiasm of coping with worth As a herald of powers and judged same, as the doting charity We made the privilege, of a prowess in cares, that is many certain Heed a friend when they are somber, and justice will come See a friends need becomes the letter of sigh's, and decency is a gift Keep a friends shadow in reach, and they will know more than home Heathen a friends smile, here and now a shared eye will lift Totals of serendipity? And the quasi focus, of life on knowledge With a realm to its unction, the reality of another candid liberty Has become us, the timid and guaranteed forth, of persuasion come of kinds tenuous age