I remember dreaming
Of your skin
When it was wet

Dancing in a thunder storm
As close as we could get

We wore nothing
In that rain
Softly in your neck
I sang
And Heaven fell
Hard upon my head

I remember dreaming
Of your skin
Sweet and silky wet
Dancing in a thunderstorm
As close as we could get
We wore nothing
In that rain
Softly in your neck I sang
And Heaven fell
Hard upon my head

I love the long grass
A shady summer tree
The sound of childrens laughter
Because it's free

Summer moons
At the end of June
When the crickets are all you hear

But most of all I love the fall
And the turning of the leaves

Give me fields where daisies grow
And Queen Annes lace in bloom
Golden rod that gently nods
And of course my Aster Blue

Aster Blue I remember You
A true heart open wide
There's a special place in Gods embrace
For one so sweet and kind

And so I love that time of year
When the asters come to bloom
I know that you are out there too
Sharing the same moon

I love to feel
The morning sun
Full moon
Shadows
In the night
I Love to dance
Before the Lord
Simple sweet
Deliģht
Will You Love me
All night long
Love me in the day
Love me Love is
Everything
Love me when I pray.
Love me once
And Love me twice
Then Love me once again
I will Love You
With all my heart
Until the very end

A little bit of crazy
Is alright with me
It keeps our conversation
On it's toes

The dandelions have all gone to seed
Did you see the moon?
Something soft
Just touched against my nose

And maybe in the afternoon
The wind will plant some seeds
To grow at night
Beneath the light
Of the yellow moon

And I will get back to you
Another space and time
When all the dimensions
In the end collide

Everything is intertwined
You know each word
Is true
When we reach
The crazy end
I'll see you
Aster Blue

Roosty ❤

I heard this
Did you hear that?
Who cares if it's not true
So much speculation
About who is fuçking who

Busybodies know it alls
And those that like to talk
Only want to know
Who's riding on my ****

So here I sit
Not getting it
For neigh on seven years
But still it seems
In all their dreams
I'm never by myself

I'm going out again today
And won't be suprised to learn
All of them now think I'm gay
Because they didn't get a turn

I have no children
The last of my line
Perhaps that's why
I write my rhymes
So some wee bit
Of who I am
Might come out
In my lines
Do you understand
My plight
When I reach my end
There will only be
My lines
No flowers at my plot
To tend