She chastises me. I am not good to myself, not nearly as good as I should be.Beautiful things she makes, reflection of her soul.I polish up…
A Kentucky afternoon, oh so long ago.And not long ago.Kiss me, hold my hand.Roses and promises, life was so good.Life was good.
and for all I careI was weary and muted outfor the rest of lifein need of myselfyou knew you…
Mumble, wait. Mumble, wait again. Then the next stop is slightly the same. Heave mumble wait. One more stop. Just mumble. Then the…
It is the deepest of darkest, of darkest of nights.
Landscape all so unspoiled and white,makes you think of him for a while.White sky…
Origin
‘Longing’ — as though with a crepuscularBeing — that waits until the sun is down…