On this cool clear night

On this cool clear night The moon is bright and I Stand beneath the stars Wondering if somewhere You and your golden hair Lay thinking or pondering o’er Past or future, do you Think of what might have been or be? Do you remember or dream or Do you perhaps even...

Breathe

I have allowed you to Place me in a little box So small, I can hardly Breathe. I do not like it in the box It is small and I like to Breathe. So you sit there On the box Talking at me Not to me, as if nothing is Amiss. I will allow you to leave If you will So I can...