The river- was, but died away,
leaving behind sand and stone,
a dry river bed.
...
The darkness engulfs,
Let it take over,
Nothing worht trying for,
No more freedom left in here.
...
To open up, is to be set free,
They say to love is to live.
You can love two or you can love three,
... Love yourself and you can love me.
...
They fell around me,
Rippling through the dark silence,
The sky lit up, then black again;
... Still.
...
I have mad love for the written word.....)
Love's A Game
Love's a game,
of hide and seek,
now you see me,
now you don't.
Love's a game,
of peek-a-boo,
here one minute,
gone the next.
Love's a game,
of tag,
one minute you're IT,
the next you're not.
Love's a game,
of hopscotch,
hopping from one square,
to the next.
Love's a game,
of ring-o-rosies,
atishoo, atishoo,
you always fall down.
Love's a game,
of cat's cradle,
eventually the ball
of string gets tangled.
Love's a game,
of double dutch,
you skip one rope only,
to get caught in the other.
Love's a game,
of cops and robbers,
one steals aheart,
the other catches them.
Love's a game,
of duck duck goose,
there is always
an odd one out.