The clock ticks for me
Speeding ahead without pause
Except when you’re here
The clock ticks for me
Speeding ahead without pause
Except when you’re here
Grand is the tower
That stands above all mankind
Entwined by nature
Grandiose gestures
Made whimsically for love
But is it too much
Dancing summer breeze
Hurricane for bees
A spitting rain
Brings the pain
No risky flood
But sticky blood
A queenless hive
Trying to survive
Hurricane for bees
Dancing summer breeze
A ripened blood moon
Tasty after a story
Of ghosts, ghouls, and death
Eyes freshly open
To a world of restrictions
Only imagined
Swim along the dew
Ride atop the gentle breeze
Or sit and witness
Morning dew
Condensation
Flesh wet
In the grass
Vacuous home
Fill another glass
The bartender says something
Down another glass
Too often I find
I dearly miss the people
That I never had