fraction of a second or less my eyes behold an eagle in pause from its flight in the swirling air then a loud screech fills the air, wonder what it's announcing: a mouse dead or spring come alive?
look down into me, see my light, it glows in color, it glows in white, it knows no bounderies, and asks for no limits, I hear a whisper, and see a glimspe of, a thought in the air, an idea in the head, like ive said, neither or all are dead
I ride around my small little town.. I see myself riding my bike down those streets and sidewalks.. Memories run back to me on this little drive of mine.. Seems so very long ago.. Playing football at the park.. Racing down those hills..
I drive around my small little town.. Things have changed.. Even the days themselves.. Sometimes the nights look like they did when I was young.. I get a glimspe of magic from a star.. Summer loves fade..
I ride around my small little town.. My memories sing to me .. To remember is a gift.. A gift you can always give yourself.. And you will never be disappointed.. So go take a ride..
you can never have too many flowers and if not for simply love perhaps for sympathy
i perceive unique perfections in the fullness of bouquets and the life they bring to the rise of the morning and then dim silence of the night
i admire the aesthetic that they grant glass coffee tables and island counter spaces i enjoy the glimspe of colors on city street corners atop the bedside tables of broken hearted girls within the hands of lifetime lovers and softly laid in remembrance from the dirt in which they came
like we alive in the spirit of gifting our innate love to another
my eyes welled up the seas that you had a tame to learn how to love me me, a thunderstorm without the beauty But when i closed my eyes i saw the unvierse in our fingers i saw without my eyes, but only a glimspe. The rising sun of a new day fell on you, i saw my happiness in the architecture of your soul.