Warmest orange light
Touching flowers on the ground
Blessing them with life
Warmest orange light
Touching flowers on the ground
Blessing them with life
On one hoppin’ good night
I sat out with my dear
We drank to sunset red
And kissed into the morn
‘Iambic pentameter is a bore’
Say those without a single shred of wit
Though I’ll admit, perhaps it’s a bit more
Effort than what appears the worth of it
I have more love than I could ever use
From she who holds me tightly in her arms
Ask me again and e’er it’s her I’ll choose
I’ll care not for another’s grace and charms
Days of heat and sweat and tears
Drenched in atmosphere
Summer solstice ever nears
I see air rising here
Half a heart and half a home
Leave little room for minds to roam
Your tears
Let me dry them for you
Your scars
Let me heal them for you
Your broken heart
Let me mend it for you
Your hands
Let me hold them
Here and there
I stop to wonder
Sometimes it hurts
Others it changes me
Words, words, words
Forever we’re mired in words
Some are true and some look it
But all just sound like words
Heaven hath no greater wrath
Than sickness of the young
Stormy cloud is not so loud
As whimp’ring head, low hung