with love from me, to you
i am baking,
valentines day baking, pink sprinkles and heart shaped shortbread, little cakes
and bowls and the smell of soap, just white soap with rough wood floors
watching the last waltz
(music used to be really handsome and meaningful, at one time)
bob dylan on rockin' rome
and my hair used to be long and brown and golden with the sun
i had flowered quilts and leggings, i liked myself
and the concept of tundra, way up in the north country, where the winds lay heavy on the borderline
im a'gonna throw a party for spring, with boquets and lavender tea
and a breath of fresh air, white light
somehow just saying aloud that its time to go back to counciling made everything so much better
wierd how life is made of jericho walls that operate with passwords
that big fat moon is gonna shine like a spoon but we're gonna let it
you wont regret it
kick your shoes off