all her toil

I let it come in and destroy little by little, piece by piece There may be a way to reality a reality I don't want to see I'm letting it tear away a few thoughts and moments of purity This may not be the sanest but the thrills and joys of the moment are certainly for keeps I'll keep testing them waters until it's too deep and then I'll hope to swim back to safety, to reality but then, that won't be me...

It's blue and green with a spray of grey. It's a beautiful day! There are whispers and chimes hints of a loving times but you are gone far away. I smile for I know your smile when I return The clouds will come and the rains will give us back our day. But now, for right now I wish you were here and we'd do nothing but watch the greens, the blues and the greys.

A want of nothing brought it together. There wasn't a need but it had a thought. Words don't flow for this there sure wasn't a need. Blotted ink and a heavy heart why is there no need.

Luscious and beautiful are possibilities The way that it could be is easy to see It's raw and unreal, yet so precious like it belongs. It's not here and it probably never will be But in an unknown it exists I'll let a few more moments hold on to it. Maybe...