2am coffee & nerves on a wedding day. 7/8/2006
By Stilltraveler •
To a new love, who will legalize its value in the latter of this day.
To an ol scene of a cornfield that was my beauty and daily view.
To shot nerves offering nothing more than pure love and a good heart.
To a wayward man who sees himself drown in doubt, yet fathoming faith.
To dried eyes not having shed a tear and opened hands releasing his inner fears.
To my skycreature swoop within me grant me peace in one day upon an open shore.
To avoid the Helter Skelter of inhospitable schemes, nasty dreams and disturbing scenes.
To linger away from all loves and be lost without love is my new love.
To fly with the ocean and ride her crest. To be held with her love has still been the best.
To know shell never remember yet treat me the same, never to waver never to blame.
To todays new love may they never feel this seas love to this man.
To todays new love may they find the skycreatures love for it is peace eternal.