Green of life
Verdant, growing.
Thrusting fingers of leaves
Up, up and up
Singing with color
Waking up the senses.
Thrusting life out, out
And into us all.
Monday, May 25, 2009
I Would Like...
The swirling days fail
For the time is always gone,
They twist and they turn
Leaving lonliness; an empty bed.
Searching for the lingering
Scent of your presence
On a pillow quickly growing cold.
Pretend the smell is you.
A shell would be pleasant
To hide away in
If two could squeeze in together.
Let the world swirl on by!
In a cozy, quiet place
A person feels bigger
When they are circled all around
By someone they love.
For the time is always gone,
They twist and they turn
Leaving lonliness; an empty bed.
Searching for the lingering
Scent of your presence
On a pillow quickly growing cold.
Pretend the smell is you.
A shell would be pleasant
To hide away in
If two could squeeze in together.
Let the world swirl on by!
In a cozy, quiet place
A person feels bigger
When they are circled all around
By someone they love.
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