O honesty
the all mighty God...
When you stroke the harps of these feelings
you do not know your fingers...
I always thought that my thoughts were my own
but more often than not...
As I traverse from west to east already I see your...
You still hide behind the Pennines...
Truth is my home
Truth is flowers...
a touch
a kiss...
Little Bo Peep did lose her sheep,
For the silly girl was blind...
Mary had a little lamb
It's fleece was white as snow...
My take on Antoine de Saint-Exupéry's master...
I was from the nature of light and transparency...
Laying in the darkness, my duvet wrapped about me.
I hear the autumn wind whistle around my tin box...
If a Giraffeacoo was here and now,
How funny would it look...
Vacant faces beg me to life
In the tidal waves of my strife...