They were there when your born
when you were first moved to scorn...

The grasses freshly cut in lines
of intention. Leaning forward...

I will be there
for the unglamorous times...

Chock full of lunacy,
being offered up to the...

All the whispering voices
in my ear, it becomes so...

Days dreaming, Elegant Evenings
Cooling chill met in brief breezes...

The volcano lay dormant for years.
Now, smokes leaving the tribe in tears...

My heart is mine, to endear.
I know who I love...