Wake to the sun on fire, a wandering wisp of a dream, In it’s forgotten desire, a candle… as a sonnet sings sentiment as bri… What is a plum situation,

Brush teeth, Planes overhead, People I’ll never meet, Some words just dance, your words dance.

You have to, jump in with the sharks. They won’t eat you, unless you let them. You dodge and dive,

She reminded me of women, I used to see as a child, at family gatherings. Tired, not quite steady,

To sin enough, is to sin forever, shine dull nor pure, but fear!, fear the end. Does it end after night, or at the end of the day!

The doubt of spring, makes winter warm, when all is cold is now gone, The sparkle of night, and the seasons change,

Etched, in the valleys of the moon, staring from or to. Blazing the night, The autumn heat returns,

Soon as the sun, as life becomes d… I flow with a heart, all the worst… No more can I mourn, myself as I… It’s bright and it’s sad, but toda… like the years gone before, or the…

A drink. A sip. I sip you and you sink me. The empty bottle, is the saddest sight.

She blazes and burns a beautiful m… grabs life’s hand and drags it wit… Never too close, to love it wholly, Yet close enough,

My father talked often, of what went wrong, who his father was, Who he is as a father, Long drawn out conversations,

I remember youth and senses, the smell and touch. Fascinated by breathing, in and out. Sunday walks,