My People

Street lights Brake lights White socks Black tights   Warm mugs Cold jugs Small words Big hugs   Simple eyes Mistaken cries Broken hearts Regretted lies   More than one All of none Forever stopping Never done


The Shape We Are

Clouds Fly Settle in the west Rain dries High on the hill crest   Time flies When you're one with the day One time Can break in a new way I tried To race on a speedway Sometimes You get more when you slow with the   Changes Roll with the wind Let it break … Continue reading The Shape We Are