The Space Between You, Me
As my thoughts roam through ideas, seeking one that would, could give me a start to take to rhyme something written in design about the moon, about the sea, about the space between you, me something mortal, something fictitious, something growing, something delicious I find so many thoughts to write in this place at this quiet time, emptied of such such and such, filled with many thoughts as much like the sands on distant shores, like the stars stretching forth, like a puppy's nose and whine like a hand that intertwines, fingers wrapped to hold and lead, through a meadow's flower weeds. A friend who calls to say hello, I have missed you more than you can know, little birds, blue and yellow, butterflies that float on bellows of the winds that softly pass over blades of greener grass so many thoughts, yes it's true , but which to write, my favorite is you. The way you talk, the way you smile, the perfectness of you beguiles my thoughts to which I wish to think, away like mome...