A Convocation of Emotions
A Convocation of Emotions~ An old man, bent over, sits alone in a chair , in a dark, dark room .
A Convocation of Emotions~ An old man, bent over, sits alone in a chair , in a dark, dark room .
The Nation that you are, or have become….
With Words~
These days
My words stretch out to you
With a touch of tenderness
That often bubbles
In the cauldron of emotions…
Between the Mundane and Magic~
Between the mundane and the magic
We float
You and I
Tangerine Moon~ My tangerine love shines through
Missing You ~
Missing you
Missing me
Amiss, arnt we both
Floating along
Like flotsam