on the roof again
you use words like a paintbrush. this is wonderful poetry here. i liked these lines:
"Tides of purity in moonlit care
swept away for all the world to share
innocense lost in this lonesome night
one more time will not make it right"
the whole thing reminded me of a Hootie song...
"let her cry, if the tears fall down like rain.
let her sing, if it eases all her pain.
let her go, let her walk right out on me.
and if the sun comes up tomorrow, let her be."
good stuff here. i'm glad i popped in here.
I am reminded of the immortal words of Socrates, who said, "I drank what?"