Un- plugged but totally connected, that is me
Midnight on my clock...
This is how my brain works
I pick up on a line, a word, an idea...
Long time ago, on a day like to day
Sad news at my door step...
Sparrow fidget!
That window in time...
In a private corner of my garden
Stands a feeding tray...
I attempt to heal with verse
lyrics that never fade for me...
bees and pollen
rabbits and head lights...
At first, I did not see
I was deaf in my blindness...
at the crossroads I stand tall
help me in my weakness...
It all goes on between the lines
Hidden in plain sight...
Communication, need it be a Mars and Venus thing?
The characteristics of the male are...
the sky on fire?
no need for anger no need for blame...