Pillow Passion
At a long day’s close,
I lay down my weary head,
and I dream of you.
At a long day’s close,
I lay down my weary head,
and I dream of you.
Your lips
taste of spices,
cinnamon and saffron…
I’m hungry enough to eat you
all up.
All I really want
is to be within your arms,
that’s not asking much.
I like my parents,
but I like them even more
when they’re not around.
Story
Brave, bold
Traveling, fighting, drinking
Fortune favors the bold
Journeying, battling, celebrating
Gallant, noble
Legend
What is family?
Those who bred us? Raised us? Or…
those whom we keep close?
Let the story be told
like the bards of old
and craft moving words
with pens stronger than swords
while the legend unfolds.
Dutiful children
care for their families but
the reverse is true.
My favorite thing
is watching sunlight and shade
roll across the land.
If I had just one wish
to cast into the fountain
at the heart of the mountain,
I would ask for a kiss.
If I had just one chance
to have you in my life,
mayhaps as my wife,
I’d wish for romance.
But as I stand at the edge,
I’m troubled by a fear.
If it’s not your honest pledge,
will I really be your dear?
Sighingly, I choose to return
and spend that coin on love I’ve earned.