another day in paradise // passing thoughts of love expired // yesterday’s manic race in colour // now bleakness // a hollow // follows // from pole to pole the swing in motion // another day to find the answer // will it ever stop I wonder // will tomorrow be in colour
Floating on a pillow in time / a cloud shape forming up above / my thoughts are drifting in and out / back to yesteryear / seeing old events through childish eyes repeat / the fog lifting slowly / roads reveal themselves at last / some tarmac; others fields of green / always running / never stopping / an active child / without worries and doubt
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I am at your mercy // and not in control // words are short; and shorter stills // and not in control of will // snow falling; failings flare // yet not in mind of control I say // an app for humble thoughts agrees // control you say are for the rich // better stand in shadow then // without control // I am at your mercy, by my own free will
revelations, part IV
One day not far away I hope,
I will again part lips; behold,
kiss and kiss you through the night;
alas not the girl of my life,
I must admit the plentyfold,
all sweet and well behaved; I find,
though honest toil and mind I like,
I seek your council, far and wide,
would you share with me your
secret mind? I give to you
my heart on fire