I remember your words
many years ago...

No artificial
colours or preservatives...

Can you imagine
if you turned your head around...

...

As grief rained down, dark clouds did rise,
where petals fell, from ashen skies...

The sheer depth of it
a word that is a rainbow...

Between these lines, we come to write,
we shall not judge, the black and white...

Not looking for it
but something was found once lost...

You said what goes around will come around
I did believe this saying was not true...

..of man's lost war, I sail my boat,
to live and keep my hopes afloat...

These hands of mine, are worn and done
the math they held, was more than some...

If I had a gun
I would load it full of love...