a whisper of sound
a whisper of sound
the beat of butterfly wings
floating in sunshine
a whisper of sound
the beat of butterfly wings
floating in sunshine
learning to say no
i shall practice this art form
but a grasshopper
the cold morning air
under a bloom canopy
racing with the moon
the genus vitis
let free of its oaky keep
a delicate taste
with a foggy moon
celebrating a new day
do the thing you fear
some days just exist
to satisfy that one need
there will be bratwurst
uncouth ruffians
the whole bloody lot of you
grade school politics
a surfboard of time
on the edge of history
change has come knocking
another stuck thought
a song that never leaves
walking on sunshine
and so it begins
following that crooked path
a dog barks at night