feeling as if time might stand still for me
some time soon
feeling as if the moon physically led a life as you
fruit that fell from tomb,
after realizing it was disguised as tree
these days you search to be free
from bruises
let loose to shew cruel fueds these spirits do indeed produce
leading an instinct
primal,
away in twos
so the love we chose
will endure a heavenly rain
sent to claim those who go by a certain name
unknowingly settled in a perpetual pain
where letting vain things reign
within the brain
adds chains to a spiritual membrane
unaware of the petals that flaunt themselves
when the wind remains sane
on a wonderful spring day
with scents that don't seem to decay
our God has made...