Going down

Our day is always here in the now. The words "we will rise again" need not be spoken. Peaks leave the valleys behind and vice versa. This is life.

Your lips!

I see some things that others don't see
I see the souls
they can't hide from me
I see the beings for all that they be
I see the trees for the words
whispered to me
I see your joy
all covered with glee
I see your lips
as nothing I have seen
I see the butterflies
for how they choose to be
I see the spirit
that rises from the sea
I see the goodness
brought forth by thee
I feel the questions
you ask of me
I see the eye
one matches me

Jahjah!

We are all in the dark to some extent. To see or not to see, it's our choice.

Prickly curves

If the curves don't get you, something else surely will.