wrapped around your little finger.....
You're groomed like a cigarette...
TORN;
Apart, apart...
Since the age of time
We've tracked it's pace...
Saturday morning with coffee hot and strong.
Joni Mitchelle singing a soft smooth song...
I am but a Grain of Sand
finely divided...
Good morning! Here's to everyone.
This day is ours, to live...
In liberty's realm, we bear a cross of might,
Our skin, a testament to trials that tower high...
Let me embrace your heart
you...
These years (Anne Winning)
Scatter fragments of yourself in these years...
Holding the space for my thoughts to take form,
Listening to my soul’s voice deep within...
Yellow, orange, pink; a morning
Filled with fresh ideas...
I close my eyes tightly,
thankful for tired bones...