free time of the month
of May..to each and every new shower
and the toss and turn of such nuances
the beauty of your face turns me to trace
and remember when the love we shared
made me wince with joy and pain at
the same time..your so sentimental
they broke the mold and so shattered my soul..
Here's the keys to the past life we took for a stroll
With baby hick-ups and sea sick make-ups
seems like we were always late for school..
Innocent arms bent under the table..
everyone dies but few of us really have
the guts to live..it makes me cry into the wind..
A quickening of seasons of the May Queen
it brings to reason why I've brought you here
into the garden of secrets..Let's talk about
where we've been and where we're going to..
Over a cup of tea and some homemade brew..
The sun shines the clouds part and each
and every one of us has a story to tell..
Scratched with acid my mind recoils just like
Syd Barrett all the what could have been's
and what should've been's before we've fallen
into our casket's and lay around in the mud
little more than a memory often times
relegated celebrated and offered a toast
and raised pint in her honor.."To the love
of my life,let us live forever and never
grow old.."
By Rick Weber
May 17, 2013
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