The moon scrambles on
the fragrance of the trees...
Zambia is home for the harem
Each day they eat grass, they...
I missed the heartbeats for a vessel of stars,
while death was always near...
Autumn gales play with
reeds along the riverbank...
Beneath her blanketed love I sit in deep...
seeing myself as I really am...
She
knelt down...
I had to let them stay.
My anguish & anxiety...
I once was a tree
now screwed up, frustrated trash...
Nature constantly growing all around us;
crying with you...
There was darkness; hidden
deep from the light of Mother Moon...
2015-05-26
Charismatic breezes of lost potential...
The whispers spread
through the breeze...