So much left unsaid
That I still love you
But saw no other way out
No other way to keep the pain at bay
To force the loss as a way to stand the loss
So much left unsaid
That I still love you
But saw no other way out
No other way to keep the pain at bay
To force the loss as a way to stand the loss
Whisper of running streams, and winter lightning. The wild thyme unseen and the wild strawberry, The laughter in the garden, echoed ecstasy Not…
And so I whirl around and around, in this breathtaking, vertignious merry-go-round, until the reaper asks me for the last dance.
eulogy to a hell of a dame some dogs who sleep at night must dream of bones and I remember your bones in flesh and best in that dark green dress…