book 1 - july 1999
Would you?
Would you come forward?
Would you come form?
Would you conform?
Would you?
take a step forward
Serious for just a moment
As fragile as smoke
As despeate as air
Calm before storm
Glide onwards
+ leave shattered glass
+ broken clouds
Elevated beyond my means
Pruveyor of dreams
Fragile crystal in my grasp
Shifting sands never last
Feelings catch light
Briefly in night
The brightest dreams burn fastest
Empty words
Full silences
You're my mental illness
You're my heart disease
You're change of direction
Spirited wind
The crystal in rust
The silver in shadows
Purry furry ball of fluff
Convince me that your love's enough
Comfort warmth when all is cold
Furry heart and purry soul
Think you mean nothing
What you're saying
Fear you mean nothing
Wish you had something to say
I don't care about
the +'ve, the -'ve
Just wish you had something to say
Can't escape the truth
Of who I trust
And what I feel
And always care
Can't escape the lure
Of what was once
And what was lost
But never there?
dusk of the day
feels pretty great
no riches...but valuables
and everything is too beautiful...
...as the light silently fades
Warmth on my shoulder
Familiar and close
Hand in mine, gently sqeezed
World of our own
Wordless and still
A dark velvet carm
Washed through a heart
...and then swept away
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