My true love was always afraid of heights
At first refused to soar above the land...
Sometimes we look far too deep
Or choosing paths that are too steep...
I won't let time claim a win
And be the enemy...
Sometimes frustration
Is hard to ignore...
a cloud opened its
vein all over my washing...
There was an old lady,
who lived on the floor...
Preface
How oft we sense the beauty around us...
So long ago, I once saw
a raven so black and bright...
We are two clocks of different times
One much older and the other prime...
The fields of tomorrow
I once sat with, a paper blank...
Well I guess I'm going to pride this year!
Because my daughter wants me there...
As I descend towards a fatal thrall
The landscape plots and twists in my demise...