“It isn’t that I like her don’t be ridiculous”
It’s not like her warm hazelnut eyes encapsulates my world
or as if that smooth smile fluters me forgetting all my worries or obligations
Or as the sun strikes her I cannot imagine how ignorant anyone can be to not adore her
“Liking is a stretch it’s just that…”
She seems like a dream, euthoria incarnate everything I have adored and yearned for in life
She is like a ray of light
Or a drop of rain
A necessity for life
A necessity for me
I life without her seems like a dull life, she is the paint that brings life to the artwork
Like the mona lose to divinci
A stary night to Van Gogh
She is my magnum opus, my work of art.
“It isn’t that I like I, I love her.”
Fluters Music
It was just getting dark when I thought I heard
The growling sound of the dark fluter
It’s not the music of familiar days
But the sound of night
That comes in waves
The fingers against the window glass
And many other fingers up and down the flute of nights flash
I closed my eyes and covered my ears
But the sound keeps drawing me so near
The dark fluter beckons to me
And in all my many comforting years
The sight and sound is what I have feared
It’s ragged it floats and grins and gloats
And all the time the melody becomes clear
Its time, I must follow the dark fluter to the end of tears.
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