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
BG the concoction the mix 1 part spirit 2 parts joy a dash of laughter and a pinch of blissfulness shake do not stir no ice ………… pour drench yourself in a dose daily or perhaps more often
BG riverbed of life breathe with the riverbed this morn as the mist rises to unite with the sky the landscape a blur to one’s eyes colors diffused mixed & subtle don’t try to make more of what is