Sunday, November 28, 2010
Hello little one.
Im sorry I've been away so long. Can I come hide with you? Can we lay between the stems and stalks? Never seen, little friend, always one to miss. Never seen, little friend, come, can we talk? Maybe just a whisper, maybe just a kiss? Daily sitting under Flower, its the white one, the emerald tower. Can I sit awhile? Watch the sun go down? When Sun falls below the ground, Mo will hold us, Mo will show us. Dark blakets, so scure. Another night to endure.
Come little friend, hide me in a pettel. Come little friend, show me the way. Hide together, little feather, another passing day.