The hills;
were really just sleeping Giants
under Mossy blankets and
the Sun shown
down on their rising Bellies.
Blades of grass breathing in the passing
lives and lifetimes.
If it could talk it might be laughing.
The walls, the couch, the drapes, the rug.
The portraits, the photos,the bed, the dog.
The candles burn the time away
First to fade; the memory, our memory
unnecessary details
the most important
Choose.
The same Flowers will bloom and their petals will-
Slowly, slowly fall into
into You.
Rats will eat Trash
Dog will wag Their Tales
Mar 1, 2015
Mar 1, 2015 at 6:24 PM UTC
The hills;
were really just sleeping Giants
under Mossy blankets and
the Sun shown
down on their rising Bellies.
Blades of grass breathing in the passing
lives and lifetimes.
If it could talk it might be laughing.
The walls, the couch, the drapes, the rug.
The portraits, the photos,the bed, the dog.
The candles burn the time away
First to fade; the memory, our memory
unnecessary details
the most important
Choose.
The same Flowers will bloom and their petals will-
Slowly, slowly fall into
into You.
Rats will eat Trash
Dog will wag Their Tales
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