I have been beside her
in joy and love.
Been inside her
in joy and love.
I have seen straight into her soul,
stared awe-struck in love a million-fold.
Been sent further than I knew you could go beyond control
by the sweet succulent scent of her soul
(it is trails & rivers & bamboo
& cooking & kissing & always true
& music & wild wonderful lover
& absolutely amazing mother
& blue eyes which made mine bluer
& spinning fire & adventures
it is staring into the sun without going blind
it is the One Love i waited my entire life to find)
i worship and weep at an altar of forever remember
where we bike and hike and soul-stare-share,
make love anywhere
everywhere
sharing a shower
or a counter encounter,
fling frisbees by our beach scenery
before flinging footballs at a winery,
toss pebbles at windows
before she curls my toes,
clown horn swarm her iphone
as rock n roll ring tones
rock n roll my real phone,
fall asleep holding her
happier than ever before,
dream of years of days of seconds with her
each somehow better than the one before,
and awaken to the miracle of her
even happier than ever before!
Then in a dead dream
never to be our reality
(aborted before my belief dream
actually became our forever reality)
i somehow play guitar,
become Yur miracle musician poet star,
and in a perfectly uncontrollable embrace
You scream & whisper as You kiss my face,
and as we make each other *** & then some
and tremble at the power of what we've become
we are dazzled by discussions of the future,
of our family and activities and Love so pure!
Eventually i wake up
why?
i hate when i wake up
cry!
Shannon
oh Shannon
my Shannon
the One i waited forever for,
why did You show me the sacred shore
only to **** me and leave me bleeding in agonized gore
You are the Love of my life,
i'll always wish You were my wife!
& with Z-O-E
we were a family :)
**** You killed US,
crushed and swept away the dust.
You loved me one day,
the next You threw me away...
The 3rd day of February
is when i ceased to be me.
There are sporadic moments
where i'm almost clint
**** mostly i'm merely a regression
into deeper darker depression....
May 18, 2014
May 18, 2014 at 4:03 AM UTC
I have been beside her
in joy and love.
Been inside her
in joy and love.
I have seen straight into her soul,
stared awe-struck in love a million-fold.
Been sent further than I knew you could go beyond control
by the sweet succulent scent of her soul
(it is trails & rivers & bamboo
& cooking & kissing & always true
& music & wild wonderful lover
& absolutely amazing mother
& blue eyes which made mine bluer
& spinning fire & adventures
it is staring into the sun without going blind
it is the One Love i waited my entire life to find)
i worship and weep at an altar of forever remember
where we bike and hike and soul-stare-share,
make love anywhere
everywhere
sharing a shower
or a counter encounter,
fling frisbees by our beach scenery
before flinging footballs at a winery,
toss pebbles at windows
before she curls my toes,
clown horn swarm her iphone
as rock n roll ring tones
rock n roll my real phone,
fall asleep holding her
happier than ever before,
dream of years of days of seconds with her
each somehow better than the one before,
and awaken to the miracle of her
even happier than ever before!
Then in a dead dream
never to be our reality
(aborted before my belief dream
actually became our forever reality)
i somehow play guitar,
become Yur miracle musician poet star,
and in a perfectly uncontrollable embrace
You scream & whisper as You kiss my face,
and as we make each other *** & then some
and tremble at the power of what we've become
we are dazzled by discussions of the future,
of our family and activities and Love so pure!
Eventually i wake up
why?
i hate when i wake up
cry!
Shannon
oh Shannon
my Shannon
the One i waited forever for,
why did You show me the sacred shore
only to **** me and leave me bleeding in agonized gore
You are the Love of my life,
i'll always wish You were my wife!
& with Z-O-E
we were a family :)
**** You killed US,
crushed and swept away the dust.
You loved me one day,
the next You threw me away...
The 3rd day of February
is when i ceased to be me.
There are sporadic moments
where i'm almost clint
**** mostly i'm merely a regression
into deeper darker depression....
