This wife has her faults
she allows limitations...

I come from dark earth
and emerald towers...

Hollow shadows hissing
memories I'm missing...

Colors of cotton passion
radiate magnetic blue...

I am the breeze
caressing a shadowing...

It lingers in the fridge,
covered in gravy...

Simply delicate, standing alone
Calling her name to shine on you...

Lost in a maze
of white, transparent...

Bluebells courtesy, sighing at dawn
the clock ticks four, soft morning bliss...

Have you ever sat into the mind
of a decayed flower...

There are songs for the damaged,
women flock like birds to sing...

Sat upon a bridge,
twenty minutes to...