note #102

think of that kiss
the one that you missed
when the beautiful lie
refused to let die
on your tongue
the long suffering one
of love in the sun
and a life not yet done.

note #101

the world was so bright and the stars so bountiful you would think you had died.

note #100

my dreams are like canvases: blank until seen. the paint my wishes. the brushes my being. the subjects my desires. the dreamer unseen.

note #99

it is a curious thing to wander and walk and wade and watch through the morass of time.