Being awakened in the middle of the night wasn't that bad after all. It gave me an idea: to revisit my memory and re-ink those phases of emotional gush. Let's make it a monthly rendezvous. It is mind-boggling to recollect what caused me to write them, seriously. Because some are purposely left forgotten; must have scarred the heart.
Paisley
February 13, 2007
The eyes
They speak of songs, which she dares not gush
Better off tune in serene
By not a wink, he is bestowed a beloved chum
Some seek then prevail, some remain ignorant
In the midst of swirls
Paisley-painted skirts swaying
Broadening the horizon with a lullaby
Yesterday marks euphoria
Tomorrow thrills the heart
I have them to dance along
- Munky
A tribute to my lost bottle - an orange paisley painted.
