This morning, has it meaning? or hopeful thoughts spin playful teasing.
This mourning, has it warning? or are the fears bloated ‘n feeding.
These thoughts will come out just the same,
because I am all alone,
drinking English tea, below a gray sky that’s all a moan.
No outside altering be admitted,
An order’s up for independence.
Sipping on a leuk warm tea
Enjoying an all for me existence.
I will miss you my dear,
but I’m off now with the leaves,
swirling spiraling down too quickly
-it’s what this mo(u)rning needs.
This is the aftermath
Thoughts stream down the walls
Losing wasn’t losing
but a means to gain it all.
Quivering thighs never stained with scarlet
Myths were tucked back into their bed.
Wanting to experience the colors
which were played inside my head.
Just a song from a local bird
chimed to send it all along.
Such positive tones behind its words
Reassuring love shared nothing wrong.
Pressures pressing onward, finding.
and sharing secrets the tenth degree
Connecting a line of string inside
to every sensor you set it, rinnnnng
Fallen from no graces
Falling towards a sea of green
Submerged me in the waters
a gasp of breath, I breathe
