sometimes reality is better than dreams and when dreams collide we all know what happens
we weave intricate together and i want you to know that the passion the ignited is still alive and well
breathing in and out soft sighs that escape my lips without my choice because it has been and is always but a choice made in the seas of seas and lights of lights in need
restless rivers flows have entrenched and doused by heart space and womb space with untold treaures untold untold untold
and that's the way we do this news new songs lyrically i've never seen you write better then i saw you play last night
and i knew you i know you and i have known you so this is not exactly a love sonnet but it is and improvization
of lyrical *******
and this is a blessing in friendship i stress the point should woman and men be friends first before they let the pen slip?
i write my thoughts of thin strips and thin line of callouses of me and the scars form mothers and lovers of old and new light illuminates from them and from them i feel that i could never stop this healing untill the healing is done
then and only then we die
and then and only then we die
and then and only then they die
and then and only then do we really feel the power rise up in our bodies and we let that wave course through the restless resltess rivers flows always wanting more
it's our prerogative green gold sits my heart in the tree as a stone one may imagine a dense emerald with flecks of gold dust and orange creeps in on the side this is a mood ring after all the color of our hearts