While ancient stones carried with snow melt go by
Still my form did quiet starling's lonely cry...
There is no point in writing around in circles
washed words, pallid moonbeams of sorrow...
I see those rainbows forming,
Deep inside your eyes...
~ For those of you who know me you will understand...
For those of you who don't know me ... I would...
I am the backwards God;
the streets...
Looked through some old photographs today
just to catch a glimpse of your loving face...
Whisking soft scents upon horizon,
Orange holds eyes within its glow...
Little black boxes
and pumpkin cars...
We're swirling,
through the open landscapes in the universe...
"I have not come to call the righteous but...
What do you suppose would be the key word in this...
He sat rocking, slowly back and forth
Hands a little shaky now, not like his youth...
What else am I left with, but knowledge,
and memories ridden with pain...