rain washed blue skies grey
castle battlements shining
my thoughts are autumn
Chocolate cake
Victoria ground what was left of the chocolate cake into the beige carpet (“Western Prairie” her mother called it). She smeared what was stuck on her heel in a long line from the TV to the door. She stamped her foot. Chocolate cake? Chocolate cake? How could they?
roam the hills
roam the hills I climb
think of spirits as you pass
make my home your own
explore my home town
explore my home town
eyelashes brushing buildings
make my city yours
Botanic Gardens 1-3
seeds drift, summer snow
my thoughts follow carelessly
the bees are busy
the bees are busy
sunshine laziness shaming
the smell of broken grass
the smell of broken grass
heaviness of eyelids
foreseeing brief farewell
Botanic Gardens 3
the smell of broken grass
heaviness of eyelids
foreseeing brief farewell
Botanic Gardens 2
the bees are busy
sunshine laziness shaming
the smell of broken grass
Botanic Gardens 1
seeds drift, summer snow
my thoughts follow carelessly
the bees are busy
There was haar
there was haar in my heart
then from a newly cloudless sky
the sun shone strong again
I see sunflowers
I see sunflowers and I know you will return from the dark
your smile is the welcome of the open door
your voice calms the waves that surge in my heart
breathing in stars fails my spirit no more
the warmth in my belly and I feel no fear
your hand on my shoulder and my home is here
Written by U and me for K
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