your words do not go unnoticed

ive heard there is someone who likes to read this on occasion, but that maybe the increase in my cussing is a hinderance. well, with all foul words aside, i write to you, dear friend, these hopefully free words:

Upon the Elysian fields and slow waves of a shore

Behind the meadow where hearts adore

Below the streams of winter's speed

Beside the wind, cradled in night-

There you will find me

Wondering in a fair skyes words

Whispering to all who would hear goodnight.



Throw not thy pearls to swine

Behind a veiled, winter glass.

Touching the new growth, out of dead.

The air in the valley.

Planting.

What is the most powerful form of communication?

Breathe but an hour.



thats for you, fair friend.