I am queer.
I am not straight...
But if your book really speaks the truth
I may just be farther from Heaven than you...
The wind floats far from it's resting place
in search of warmth to rise again...
Circles
By Mark Spencer...
My heart has been broken
too many times to count...
People have walked in and out of my life
only a few remain in my heart...
Walking alone by a desolate park
Shouldn't have been there, it was well after dark...
Treading amongst
Herbaceous boarders...
I 'm a dreaming moth
Circling around your Glow...
My Daily Prayer
As I kneel on worn knees...
A sad thing in life is that sometimes you meet...
A sad thing in life is that sometimes you meet...
Oh let this drowning plea strike heaven's azure...
And into my fervent eyes draw her charming face...