Oh thank you
For my special few...
I know at times i have lost my ways too
forgot 'bout efflorescences of truth...
Her yellow crown
Trumpet shaped...
Best seat in my room
It helps with the blues...
On a waterfront cliff
That overlooks the bay...
Many quarrels end
with rocks being bashed...
All built up
For all to see...
From the minute im born
I earn my flames...
Her white hair
Falling out...
If i could see behind your silver
Your prism of refracted colors...
On a windless driven day
When all whispers are down...
Like snowprints
Pressed into snow...