The bridge between our hearts
as fine as spiderweb threads
Along it soldiers march
workers trample, children skip
with balls of light
cows graze, horses gallop
Between our hearts the bridge
is held by the Tree of Life
......
PEACE LILY
Three o’clock morning
A solitary hour of pillow turning
I gaze at a dark open tunnel
lacy funnel
Are you still with me ?
Your eyes odes to life
......
PEACE LILY
Three o’clock morning
A solitary hour of pillow turning
I gaze at a dark open tunnel
lacy funnel
Are you still with me ?
Your eyes odes to life
......
The bridge between our hearts
as fine as spiderweb threads
Along it soldiers march
workers trample, children skip
with balls of light
cows graze, horses gallop
Between our hearts the bridge
is held by the Tree of Life
......