there's not a frame for what we really mean
the days and nights seem like a magic whirl
around the moon the fat clouds must curl
and you my dear one are my love and queen
the rain has brought back the warmest green
across the sky stars bright messages can hurl
you are nature's jewel the finest brightest pearl
this was meant for us not one thing between
the dream and the appearance this moment's ours
the power and the light of it give us fresh joy
not any more the shattered spaces the unmade
being that calls in hope now each day flowers
in every colour of desire and though we toy
with every moment we know this will not fade
Odd ravings, comments, and other wastes of time. Some are in plain prose, yet others are in rhyme.
02 February 2007
this is for you
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