Scribbles
Little spider in your web, sometimes you must feel sad, you can’t play, you can’t leave, the whole day you …
Little spider in your web, sometimes you must feel sad, you can’t play, you can’t leave, the whole day you …
You were like a mountain, always there, never to leave, and I, I was like water forever on my way.
Pale winter moon amongst waves of grays a city grows silent; from across the meadow owl’s ghostly sound.
Puzzle, puzzle me from the inside out maybe then you will see what I am all about
In the hot air balloon I wanted to fly to the moon until it lifted off the ground I am …
Airplanes leave a pattern, and if we could reach high enough you and I could play tick-tack-toe in an blue …
Night’s breath rests tranquil in a lavender field that has lost its purple to the harvest moon and frosted sunrises.
Hopping across the road there was a little toad and when I let him pass he blended in with the …
I. the human mind is as fragile as a fledgling’s frantic flight against the unforgiving rocks II. sometimes thoughts run …
The singer sings his song of yesterdays dead and gone, an old hippy caught in time stuck in his frame …