Your death hour Arrives second time The poet in me Shall rhyme Death hour It's dead hour Communication supernatural You sit at Fifth dimension I at a 3D junction Different are ways We function Common are Our concerns and intentions We work At different levels We do solve Our problems In your death I see life After all You had been You're Still my wife So we have Had hearty talk At this dead hour Your death hour Laugh out loud! You're dead I am alive We still talk! Be blissful Be at peace In your 5D world!
the minutes roll past her like tumbleweeds as her eyes meet the melting, setting sun. but in the blink of an eye, the night falls and the hour wraps its arms around her, keeping her warm and safe in time's embrace.
Just one, red rose, Red lips, cute nose, A smile, bright eyes, An hour, time flies, Dancing, the rain, Car drive, fast lane, Forget, the time, Useless, bad rhymes, A drink, or two- No, never that few- The future, the past, The outcasts, outlast.
these syllables of past feelings seem distant now to define a barrier put up against. confused in my head as I lay here I remember you left as the season progressed saying you'll still care please tell me in my dreams tonight if what you did was fair. shattered I am now an emotional state I cannot bare