Strolling in moonlight or playing attunedPulsing in moments feeling mighty fineI on the solo flute, you the bassoon Double-blind and tone-deaf yet we align The bees hum about clover and sweet…
“What is lovely never dies, but passes into other loveliness, Star-dust, or sea-foam, flower or winged air.” ~ Thomas Bailey Aldrich
Iwill loveyou until the last star ebbsuntil darkness falls and douses me in webs for however long densenesslingers so will my love endure patiently, assuredly, purely—I will love you until the last star ebbs…
Thecharm andrisk of thesample wooed herthe time she gambled:mad to think she'd fumble...she lost all friends, poor Carolnow none remembers her jackpotor whether her soul was authenticthe charm and risk…
…give me the serenity to surrender to the things I cannot change.
Stilldear mind,and listento the tempoof our faithful heartthat beats despite the hurtthrough seasons of disconcertwhen it'd be wiser to give up,but does not: persisting to keep time.Still dear mind, and…