reading your thoughts like a book
easy to start but difficult to end
violet leaves collected on the deck chairs
on the blue light hovers a small laugh
like a butterfly hopes to outrace the breeze
underneath a few small trees
tin-colored sky
in the eyes as blue as a rolling ocean
offering myself up to destiny
narrow edges on the
mighty cliffs of fate have got thier fears
only the people who lived here before us
took these views as a direction to travel
intimate drinks and first time meets
very capable heat for the people at home
and calm that stays over for the night
trading this power away for some escape
include me in your life or go away
of all the days i have left
none are as important as each today, with you
