Flowers, sun,
seasons gone by.
A pretty girl
a little shy.
...
The knowing of it.
The growing of it.
The kindness of it.
The blindness of it.
...
This is the passing
of time,
everyday is everyday.
flowing,
...
You can feel it
the bit in the air
on a winter morn.
Golden sunlight
...
I born at the top of the hill am king of all.
I born in a hut by the river have notting,
I hunt in the forest with my servants and friends.
...
Do you have the urge
to write.
Lines that come in the night.
like dreams
...
You hide like a ghost
in the shadows.
Guarding your heart
hoping for love.
...