A box ,large in size some times small
Flowers can be added or it can stay simple and tall
Some keep happiness some great sadness
Today mine is cold and brite
A box with moving pitches sets at its front
Three chairs and a dog sets and stares
My loving dark plants garued all around
Touch please if you dear
Time to move to another big box this one
With a big bed where I can lay my
Head
Sweet dreams.
Touching me ,kissing me holding me tight
Making love to me
Well I always have him will he alway want me
He ask me to stay
I hold him tight ,biting him drinking in his soul
I want to stay this way
With out him I fill odd and inconplete I need him
Together and apart
I look as he looks in to the night far away and safe
Love is a whisper
Sitting ,writing ,reading ..quite . A moment that can go forever or be never . Darkness ,light,hot ..cold can be sweet or a undoing of your soul. My moment for today is a sweet one it is made of light, quite and writing .No children No love No chattering of eny soul . Yet the moment is done when the clock sticks 4 ....I hope you find your moments sweet and full .
Laying in the earth so sweet warm and cozzy from my head to my tinny feet ,she wakes me with her soft glow and kisses me on my nose . I know I can play and run around like a silly child ,never to worry about the suns burn ..then as my mother moon starts to lay down ,back to the earth I go a song she'll play to put me to sleep untill are next day
Laying down with mother earth
I smile and say goodnight as I cover.
The sun he raises the moon she
Sleeps ,and closeing the curtons around
My feet I close my eyes tight ,and
Pray I Find my sweet in
The place we go the meat a far away dream
Some place sweet
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