There is nothing for me to forgive;
I hold no resentment, no anger, no disdain...
It was raining.
Wind was straining...
Golden are the flecks in the iris of your eyes
A deep forest green lit with beautiful fireflies...
The rain is sparse,
but I hear it inch its way closer...
Sea water inflames
my guts like a lonely man...
When I met you
It was like tasting lemon for the first time...
I thought I thought
But thoughts seem to linger in my head...
Weekends are becoming difficult to bear
The smile on my face is getting harder to wear...
And if we're enough
We will gather up the sun...
Love -
shall never grow...
In answer to Edgar Allen Poes Anabel Lee
My love sweet Edgar, seeks only thee...
Beneath the sheets ----
between the s i g h s of dreamers...