BG angel’s blessing the angel bows ……..her head blessing those who walk barefoot in her path touching those who can not see yet feel the flutter of her wings she speaks in whispers only heard
BG under the willow it is under the willow you will learn to breathe while the limbs hang limply over lay still look into the eyes of nature it speaks in endless breaths asking only for acknowledgement on this bank
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
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
