Greetings! It’s time, some things old, some things new, and me of course, thinking of you. Merry Christmas and all
We have all the time in the world.
So. How bout dem bears?
The future is still not here it seems.
Even the rainbow looks up to us. (A One-Act Play.)
Never made it out of her liquid opal eyes
where our hearts used to be is gone
Time delivers grace in harmony.
Leading and following wherever it goes
Prayer gives way to fate
diamonds tell her tale
deep inside a crave built a castle of thin air spun of dreams so sweet
running painted freight
wind in the pines
tear the rot out by the roots
imagine a world without need of heroes
Life can be so Nabokov
Days gone by with endless promise, stolen quiet
Love’s a labyrinth.
told him to carry his self and what he could worry