A crystal plate With many Fruits And choices It spins easily. I would like For you To take A piece Try it You will Find it sweet Though lacking Substance. It is the air Like clouds Or a deep fog Advertisements
The light of the moon I’m not sure What I see. A minute Changes everything. My heart Is not the master Of itself. It cries It runs after different Shadows
Frustrated A sea of coins Scattered on The pavement. One of these Was meant To be ours. I struggle In the street light To find it
Gripped And waiting Some excitement In the heart Says this is it Take a breath We’re doing this Moment By moment
Riding home So quiet What sounds You make Depth of my soul Clear Like an open Field. The drums Of sight and sound Aching now Gentle What clamors For the breast Of knowing?
The strings share Our story Each note Somehow holds An image Of you Each note Noticing Some different change Of your eyes Will I hold your hands? A song For you Dearest