Pasture Lane, by Alex Deloney

Pasture Lane

I was once walking down

Pasture lane when crows flew over my head....

Then I thought of subtle rain

Pouring over the dead....

And golden sunsets bless this vision of dawn....

One day we will be gone

To be rained upon....

I think outside the box Because I’m off the equinox I can walk and talk But I’m not a paradox Because I got the lock

Back in the day Before I knew The way I would have gotten mad At what you

Everyone starts out as green But hues change from what we’ve se… Cues that we bring, Thoughts that we string, As we lean,

What is skin? Does it hold the soul in? So we can be forgiven? Yeah, race doesn’t matter. Oh it does?!

My mind has three sections Front Middle And Back And Back is important

Most of the time hard work goes unnoticed. But in the mind I must stay focused. It’s yours, not mine

My brain is on a Manual shift From the words that fall From your lips Come on now

I am the paper inked And I am the paper I am the thoughts that think And I am the thinker I am the final drink

Can start with Difference Everything, you go with Same Do gets This but What remains.... Truth, do not wait

My bed makes my body ache And this cannot last. I made a huge mistake Thinking of the past. Swimming in a frozen lake,

Sound in my unwritten cloud Tangled and dripping turned Upside down. And the movement from creation Is glowing westward bond

God loves us all And has the answer... But Why are some babies born with canc…

Conversations Over-grown Situations That plateau Habitations

My finger dance over the page As my soul goes into my feet Her smile is like candy Oh so so sweet My friends tell me the truth

Her words are so simple Her eyes are so sweet Her presence makes me tingle From my head to my feet Her hair is nice