I told you I would promise
You anything I could. So I
Decided to pluck the earth
Out of the sky to give to
You, plus a few extra stars
Because I love you.
Tag: promise
Spring
Gray cold days, barren trees,
No flowers, seasonal affective
Disorder flourishes. If it were
Not for Thanksgiving and
Christmas, one might as well
Hibernate. But there is hope.
Spring is coming, warmth and
Growth and the promise of
Renewal of life everywhere.
Move On
Time has wings and
The sound of their
Flapping grows nearer
As the past memories
Are pushed into the
The past to make way
For a new promise of
Fulfillment and happiness
Wordman of Alcatraz 