BG tête-à-tête undress under the moon hang up your dancing shoes there’ll be no party this night gather your best dress carefully seal it away the stars & spirits will keep company while you drift to sleep
red shoes – (a song) a gnarly day wicked weather hungry souls the lark cleared his throat to sing the ducks clapped their wings upon the pond
BG breathe…… in 3’s the issue isn’t that you’ve cried so…….. so ……… long that you’ve run out of tissues the issue ……………….is in forgetting it’s good for the soul so weep a little longer for it won’t weaken the spirit it’s a rinsing
BG growing pains it was a spiritual fire a dance laced with desire aspirations to touch the sky no more wandering no more wondering no more no more no more …………….. whys the cant’s no longer displayed on a shelf into life’s
BG butterfly net a brain boggling mess dressed in white linen twirling in circles incoherent at best thoughts escaping from the butterfly net wanting wishing to grasp to catch them as they flutter by take a novel attempt
BG a tightrope it was a tumbling a stumbling down without hitting the ground standing on a tightrope with no net below the walls of the canyon growing taller making 1 so …….so ………….so very small in the
