Following Morning

Ever stretching Horizon

This exploding Big Bang. Every 3 counts again. In the ripples of an ever stretching Horizon. I need 4 to escape. Now I’m smashed to the ground before the finish line. Over and Over. I create and create. Yes it’s me in despair. What was your face again? A stroke here or was it there. A lullaby I hear. A super groove from there. In this cacophony don’t withhold your voice from me. So sweet you understand. I understand.. And is that the end? A balloon farting through space. Don’t withhold your voice from me. Be a man Woman. Powerful healthy Anger, do you know that phenomenon? It comes when you don’t let yourself go down. You stand up when worlds collapse. I don’t ask you to be my Wife - Not Yet. You Nice, Sweet and Lovely friend. No sweet words from me today, Cause I'm a nice guy. Show me what life’s about. Show your children, you owe them. My anger is your courage. I’m with you.

I Believe

If I can’t see beyond the Horizon. If all Earth offers is all I believe. Then there is only one morality, one math. And I’m confined to our Star. Though one glance in the night sky and a thousand Suns are in my reach. One dot an entire world. Exotic moralities, more ways to calculate. If there is so much we don’t know. Yet those outer facts stare us in the face, from outer space. How can I close my eyes and give up searching. Just because we think it is too far fetched. You believe I reside beyond your cosmic Horizon, Boop*. From where echoes won’t return. Though if our Song is like a pulsar, it’s fierce gamma rays will resonate through a 1000 worlds. Then you will find me through a Message that you breathe. Passed on by the wind’s finest and tiniest of molecules that spark electric waves across the smallest Universe and cross the magnetic radiation of my aura, it Will. That path will show, the moment I Believe, a then visible stairway from the 5th floor to the Fourth. I so bridge the gap and cast a Life Line to reach the gorgeous brunette custom shaped before I saw her.

In the Morning

In the morning dew the sun peeks in its realm as it does every Day with a smile. Us Creatures tall and small, thrive and bloom. It’s warmth and love all around. I came So close to her heart in reach of her stretched out Arms. I smelled her Longing for a happy day. My heart knows how to get there. It’s the place I want to be. Too smart & bold to lead us, Is it so? In this morning dew I find myself astray. In this fairy place all alone. In this warmth and love the one thing that’s not here is your silent pride in me. It must be somewhere that I lost track with my love beside me. I knew it all, what’s left for her to speak. Or maybe I did well, it’s that a hill is just too steep. Invisibly she slipped my fingers there. In this morning dew I find myself astray. In this bitter sweet realm all alone. In this warmth and love the one thing I don’t hear are the echoes of our song. The horizon moves. - I see it move away -. It took my love. - Along with the answers slipping away -. Will she ever hear my song? - The magical birds in the woods did -. The echo comes to me. - On an autumn breeze -. In the morning we have breakfast. Eggs, ham, cheese, marmalade. A glass of milk. A cup of coffee*. “Boop*.” “That is me.” “Do you want some sugar?” “Yes please.”

Winter

Footsteps in the snow. On my way to somewhere. I lead myself, is it so, is this where I want to go. My autumn Love I send This Song and trust it in the thin air, here it goes. Clouds ahead, miles ahead. I hope it will land one day and seed in Spring one day. May it ever last a Day. As it once came in Spring and left in Fall. Will the wind help it bring to Winter snow grounds for now. So preserve our early born Love protected by the unprovoking White. And then we go visit your father and Sis B* and Sis N* and we go visit your Mum and D* & G*. And everything will be so fine & peacefully. And you’ll be my most precious Woman. And.. And.. lots of other sweet and fine things. And my father and mother and my family and friends will all be nice to you, I asked them, they will be. And they want to get to know you.. And you will paint again and I’ll teach how to play the guitar, the bass guitar! And we’ll make our home a warm place for our children to come and everyone is welcome! And when you leave the door, you will know that it will always open for you. Cause it is Your door and a sweet handsome cool and nice man awaits you. No pressure at all, but pleasure above all. And all these beautiful presents lay in silence under the snow. Kept. For the moment you come to collect them. For when you are ready my love, whenever.