it is difficult to remain focused, during
Mornings like these.
a little sad, a little mad, during
Mornings like these.
memories come and go, blurry images, during
Mourning's like these.

Poppies after rain
Waving scarlet petticoats
A garden can-can

From the
moment I
caught your
runaway smile,

I knew love
must of kissed you
in this Sunday
morning light.

everything
about you
was fireworks
on a fourth of
July evening,

and nothing
was taken for
granted in
you laugh.

you are
a brightener
of days.

the first
sigh of
angels...

and the
world and
I are so
much
greater
for it...

If you pursue a flower
With the aim to pluck
You cannot appreciate the scent

I think I can say that
You cannot be a friend to her
If you think about possessing her beauty

Blue sky, blue sea
blue song blue Moon

Blue veined, blood drained
blue lips your dead.