I wish words would not
compel my twisting remind
all my verbs are knots
I wish words would not
compel my twisting remind
all my verbs are knots
because no matter where
when night sky remains
while the morning brings song
you will be there
a smile meant for someone’s heart
eyes that melt
and sunlight to restore man’s
faith in certainty …
the elegance of woman.
g’nite moon.
The disk on the radio
not the melody
yet what might be
waiting inside.
Remember random choice
when blues today
war zone tomorrow
yet always it happens
we want to hear
from her
about her
because her
designed by
her
not today though
say it in your head
three times
then watch your hand
reach for the dial
you know she is waiting …
… only love is …
her
if quiet evolve
the art of compassion
sweet is her resolve
~ finding my way, a personal journey ~
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