Deserted
Searching the miles the stones on a beach
hoping for smiles God seems out of reach.
The rolling of years the distance unsure
the falling of tears I walk out the door.
Deserted
Searching the miles the stones on a beach
hoping for smiles God seems out of reach.
The rolling of years the distance unsure
the falling of tears I walk out the door.
Butterycups Overflowing in September
Soft Dog Slippers, Worn around the meadow, Buttery cups full Wrapped in lace pink and yellow, Underneath the trees As the Moonlight glistens Greensleeves Mossy bed The portal doors of Heaven