This Was Lived Life and Died Speaking Words

The splendor of any idea!   of love and even flesh is nature speaking with me!  To have lost love;  the love that aches once done. It has been (in time) my life. Around my neck i feel the snow of roses and stepped upon a golden chariot embroidered with hope and tears and laughter. Then, nothing, oh nothing can take away these blues.   My whispers have lightly touched women and flowers blossoming beneath their lowest hopes -- tell me baby, where did i go wrong?  Never did these women throw an arm around my neck so red moss along blue rivers (i am a fool). Her tears brush my heart as a bosom. So i dream of a divine kiss and give my heavy heart to God's sinewy shoulders trembling in a heartbreak.  But someday I will give it another try because nothing compares to you and nothing as a great lovingly gliding great dreaming Swan as you. :: 12.10.2020 ::