BG a crossing a crossing to a new day a bridge between the last & this keeping acute focus on the whole not examining the individual fragments relief the river below ……….a flowing of the extraneous watching as they
wisdom wisdom perched slightly over 1’s head awaiting quiet of night when light dims and slowly fades to black and insight becomes clear awaiting to release it’s screech of inspiration fear not this guardian who who who
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 clean slate there will be no shadows cast this day a darkened haze lay over frozen waters quelling the urge to tread upon yet desire running deep with in an unexplored path a temptation of the unknown probing self
BG friend (from “unsung songs”) will you stay till the end be my friend not ask only answer with a smile when my heart is weak hold me tighter on days that rain upon my soul let me speak bold knowing i am timid
BG we share my island lay close to yours both undisturbed both visited by common birds we rest when water’s calm we protect throughout the storms i see my reflection in you
