When I was far from here,
The gusts of wind felt like loving fingers,
Caressing my silhouette as I moved.
It seemed I was haunted,
By one loving ghost.

Slowly as the day grew grayer,
The soft gusts faded,
Turning to cold winds accompanying the rain.
Whatever spirit I had found never returned,
It could be in the dreary storms,
They moved on.

hey gorgeous... you never give me a reason to look away
eyes a lustrous cardinal blue....fly me somewhere to paradise
your hair dangles like a chandelier midway through your eye
hair a burst of dirt road orange...is that why we do so much ***** talk
your freckles are the guide to my treasure map
i dig with my lips
you mark the spot
you look good in anything...better in nothing
you wear your smile best and mine is your critical guarantee
your voice is my lullaby and morning alarm

paradise:                       we sit
                                  by the river
                                     GORGE
                     ­                    US