Seed |
A SeedA seed flew, on the wind it blew and landed in my heart.A tiny thing, unperceived by human eye.Even I into whose heart it came did not see it or feel it's touch down.But the soil was good, well ...
Posted by Peter Reilly on Thu, 28 Feb 2008 03:36:00 PST |
saint augustine? |
AugustineYou told me the taste of her was sinful,Yet surely her nectar kept me alive?You said her scent would loose me my soulBut it only reminded me of home.You said the curve of her thigh would scyt...
Posted by Peter Reilly on Fri, 15 Feb 2008 02:05:00 PST |
Not for Me |
It's not for me to say,To stay to go, when to walk away.It's your turn, you must feel empowered,I will try to hold steady and not play the coward.Leave my door open so you go out and in at willI, like...
Posted by Peter Reilly on Fri, 15 Feb 2008 02:00:00 PST |
have you ever seen |
Have you ever seen a feather fall from a bird in flightThen watched that bird claim it back before it hit the ground.Or the moon stealing back it's light before it hits your eyeYet you seem to think y...
Posted by Peter Reilly on Sun, 22 Jul 2007 05:38:00 PST |
