When do you cry? When do you find the time and space to hurt so deep inside? More me than my. When I look upon your timeless face my heart is opened wide. Some came to see. And others came to reason all that this simple life could be. Enough for me. To stand with hands unbound we fashioned ourselves free.

Inclined to stand. For sitting both together our shoes are filled with sand. Some fires are fanned. When we spend our lives together to you this I will remand. Outside the Box. Anatomy of fracture and chaos repartee. In toeless socks. Prone to be forgiving but nothing is for free. Laugh out of hand. For the poetry of moments combine in synchrony.

Too strong at first. But as I got second winded the taste became quite known. Bitter to the tongue. Once the well has tasted sweet the price of water sown. Suffered silence. To bring forth the dawn in cacophony and symphony seems wrong. To this I dance. Though the steps my imagination my speech and hope too long.

Bring forth your judge. To him the Master has made simple plans in station and review. Time captures man. To things and places true I remand my hope in dream set for stern renew. Ask of the night. why she promises togetherness and lures to comfort which are not but abandoned cold. The spark ignites. In that wanton heart the desire for something fresh from to grow new from old.