What lovely words,
Full of meaning
Power
In the eyes of the believers
The future is crystal clear
Days lounging under summer sun
Ignored meals rather overdone
And still delicious
Couple of kids running in the yard
Maybe a dog
(After much persuasion)
Never seen eyes so joyous
Life truly is great.
In dreams.
What lovely words
Full of meaning
That deplume the promise
No gentle whispers
Rather wrenching shrieks
The future a slew of greys
Blacks even
Up is south-southwest
Thirteen is a misplaced beacon
Pandora still has one trick up her sleeve
And is nowhere to be found.