BG skip a stone sit on the bank by golden pond with a wondering mind time has no distance or space for it is the medicational meditation that one sits for adoring nature’s gifts that abound thankful for this seated space tracing the picture
BG the flowers died the flowers died but the thought didn’t admitting a little more somethin……. than somethin……. expressions of ease placed on the page while dylan saturated day & night wake’s better leave sleep to those who forgot how to hug
BG i don’t want left overs i don’t want the left overs she cried the bits & pieces that no one tried i want something new like love at first bloom the anticipation of the first kiss the excitement that shouldn’t be missed i don’t want the left overs
BG wednesday’s run the sky’s the limit is it who wrote that line who stands in line time is on my side is it on yours be disturbed if it isn’t or head to bed sleep the day away then party with me all night do
BG a promise no matter how different or alike we may be a promise made a promise of understanding a promise of accepting a promise to share tears a promise to shelter from fears a promise of encouragement a promise to
BG hum a tune a year of indecision a year of collisions clearing the plate making space where debris was housed somehow waking today without a shadow following behind clapping hands stomping feet in joy in release beating the odds without placing a
