May, I’m not made to use my head
But only my heart to say I’m not
What I am expected to be....
Two short verses.
Two birds glide in a cool, cloudy sky.
One is white; the other, black,
But never mind: They don’t fight....
Songbird of love,
You are home again. It’s been a
Long wandering in the winter land....
poet describes his times as a younger man.
I’m in love again,
The color of my eyes yellow-green.
The same color is seen on my finger—...
Don’t deny me
The pain behind the grin.
Oh, let me, let me...
Call it whatever you want, but there´s something you can´t deny
words that eat up the time all consuming in my mind capturing all scents leaving me with no comments this is the eclipse of my life, a phenomenon that rarely occurs every day.
Inspiration. What a beautiful gift from the heart!