Gazing to lavender seas,
prairie wind...
She wrote in a memo pad:
"You don't have to tell me the truth...
Wandering again in this paradise of pain,
howling again,crying in vain...
Never let go of the heart
you once embraced...
There was once a time
where your voice would have said...
God I know that you didn't intent for
me to dine my own heart out...
The arch bishop crowned
Thee five years hence...
By the end of the day,
we are older and it's undeniable clear...
This afternoon feels like
the time I wrote again...
I
offered the only words I prayed over every day...
A brown paper
encourages me to write...
Her eyes were starry, black night shade,
I became her nightly moon guide...