Tomorrow not a word
Yesterday's heard...
She roamed the
universe like she owned...
In a World where shadows
Remove the sunlight...
I was born of a Scottish mum,
And a father who was Irish...
These shoes upon my feet
Were handcrafted just for me...
The earth knows
no religion...
Finger tips that dance over paper so divine.
That write the words of love and passion...
I took myself for granted,
I'm luck to still be standing...
My mother cried
when I was a child...
Feeling abandoned, where the sun never shines
allows you to cast away demons...
Wisdom is a process
That's can be hard to get...
Sometimes,
I wonder what happened to those vivid images...