It's a framed
Expression

He who waits
Receives nothing

But

Time.

I'm awake
With
      
          You.

We make do don't we,

You and

                 I?

I take a breath in
As you
Exhale;
My blood thins
As your skin
Turns pale

Water on the river
You and I
We move

Through

The steam.

What we thought
Was life
Was oh' but a dream.

I'm a steam
Engine
For you baby.

I'm water and fire.

I'm oil and
Vinegar baby
And all I own
Are

Mercedes.

There on the brink
Past the pastures and the roosters
Through the key man and the cellar dwellers
We'll make our camp
We'll make our home
She moves her hand gently
Over the last of the bread and

Her

Comb.

Break fast
Moon.

Silver naked
Spoon.

All ye'
Who
Fall in love with thee'
Is destined to a
Life
Of utmost

Mediocrity.

She smiled as
He smiles while

All the miles, they

Stretch;

They stretch cross' country,
Neath gutters and corn fields,
Where sun gathers on ground;
Where sun penetrates the impenetrable

Sound

Of us, of us, of us, of we,

Living as one as well as we as well as one,

Nodding to one another when we pass,
Loving due the same,
Standing underneath the window

When even a sinew

Is broken without
A

Clue.