A wasted day even the stars do not come out to play, decisions hide in the constellations the sea creatures are not visible unknown confusion known once again closer to clarity once this all stops freedom begins freedom of time a prisoner redefined…
Harsh September creeps on in
Habits of the way we bend
A suddle move across the room abandoned of the shining moon.
If it’s true and if it’s hidden days like this should be forbidden.
Troubled waters I do see, my past is catching up to me but this time I have to know that my heart will embrace my soul. I have realized and this I know, I do not really have to go, I do not really have to stay I can find some better way. What is important what is so true, I cannot move just for you. I have to do what is best for me and in this moment I truly see that my walls should be painted yellow and not the choice of a humble fellow. The paintings placed upon these walls shall be mine by choice and call but if I fail to hear this heart my whole word shall be torn apart. I love you beyond belief and I have suffered too much grief to be surrounded by things that nearly make me cry. Space in needed and will be found, a magic lantern placed on the ground, a bear hiding in the tree a dancer starting back at me. These are the things I treasure so much, the things I long to see and touch. A home to build made just for me up on the mountain or by the sea. At this time I do not know, gardens filled with bright tomatoes. Swing out on the front porch, dawn, always singing my morning song. A life I had, a life I miss, one that was filled with so much bliss. Can I make a life with you, can you promise a life of truth, am I hoping for the best or making excuses just like the rest. It does not matter what you say, I have to decide myself and know, should I stay or should I go?
Much Love 💜 Much Life