this is a fictional life,
I'm not being facetious,
but when lovers gaze
Young Blood,
...
Memory will abide, it lingers on;
An altered awareness endures,
...
I felt you grow inside of me
But never thought you'd come to be
...
The summer sun begins its slow descent,
As the yielding sky fades, pale and content.
...
I think a dream would be a tapestry,
But we fumbled in our attempts
ours was more like a bolt of cloth.
A banner woven in ecstasy,
...
Plodding through sodden, wild fields
As daylight withdraws and yields;
...