the world is pregnant with powerful purpose
stagnation has lost its hold on the ether of my soul
eternal tomorrows beckoning to me like a lightshade turned green
The green of love and spring
esteemed like lightning and rain
and the world will never be the same
Porridge turned cold and lost in your dead now heart
Sold is the parrots and parakeets so they have to depart
The relationships are fleeting like a ship streaming the stars
Spangled banners that used to be ours.
Now they are gone
I am forlorn and the lawn is not worn with your footprints any longer.
Books kept by bookkeepers dead to reality
Your ice cold grip is hollow
I let your life and love slip
Through my fingertips
You used to be cranberries dipped in chocolate
Now you are anti-berries slipping me poison
Wow! How you have turned the page to this story!
What a twist that I am sworn to abhor!
When you say that I am no longer there, it is not true
Because you said it on the other side of eternity…