Words on the tip of finger Spread across medium-sliced lines Sentences hover and linger Freed from the reason that binds Gathering leaves, scattering seeds Hoping that you will find The flowers that punctuate freedom The seconds that syncopate time…
Give Me Your Wings
With your gossamer heart Your translucent eyes Your Rizla thin skin Your filligree mind You poor flightless angel Earthbound by these things You won’t ever learn how to fly ‘Til you give me your wings…
Beauty Lies
From gold to grey Silk turns to leather Pride becoming envy Charm makes way for vanity Well the weather has worn Childbirth has torn Gravity pulled you down to earth by your skin Beauty lies…
Shade
In days when the heat brings a halt to all life And the sun stretched out over fields of ploughed lines And clutched to his heart the speechless vines When the reapers were slayed by the harvest strife Crushed grass beneath bodies laying crucified Alone, upstanding in those days of dust and fire Dragged down…
Misty Roses
You look to me like Misty Roses Too soft to touch You’re too lovely to leave alone If I could be like misty roses I’d love you much You’re too lovely to leave alone…
You Can Never Go Home
Spilled out from the nest Of your feathery throne From one summer’s dream To a winter unknown Burning the bridges That your heart trails behind When you leave you can never go home…
Evermine
She charts a scattered course of guess She puts her faith in nothing less Than God and hope and hopelessness The mess of time keeps her on a broken line And though my eyes will follow closely She disappears…
Missing The Last Boat Home
The run for the docks in the black early hours Collar pulled tight, hat pulled down low Alcohol fades as desperation sets in The run for the last boat home No I can’t miss the last boat home…
Run
Run like the dogs are at your heels Run like the Earth’s on fire Run like the wind is in your wheels And the flames are growing higher To melt your wings of desire Chase the demons from your mind Chase away your fears But the past is never far behind Almost close enough to…
Sloe Gin
Slow, slow sloe gin Blackthorn pulled me in Juniper’s a curse The sugar makes it worse Slow, slow sloe gin Slow, slow sloe gin Purple stained the skin When we picked them in the fall Now you ain’t here no more Slow, slow sloe gin…
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