Thou art or though art not, I do wonder, a sublime thought that fills me every day I saw that rainbow spread out its wings until, that disappearing act even before one blinked Pebbles of past thou thought were all yours, all, until the sands started slipping past the fingers In a moment one smiled, and that walk of swag, but wait, that black, misty, familiar, oh pit it was! Loneliness, I reiterate the promise I’ve made you, I am not one to leave albeit you were a free bird     Why should thou speak ill of that furrowed brow, don’t you know you tooRead More →