Wild Imaginings

The mist rises slowly from the warm lake, unto the cold air. I swim forward and you chase to catch me. It is a moment, like the desert, that lasts in my heart for infinity. Let us LISTEN to the pavement of the verse, and not the curse. Be with me and forsake all others who hurt yee and me simultaneously. Know your body so that reports are accurate. Verbal accuity is what I aim to see. Do the right thing even on the wrong day. Love my toe and help me to see beauty in the self of me that is disappearing every day. I sit here to disapate the swarming, and I fight fatigue. People think that they have the right, but they do not. I struggle to see what is in vicinity. Be purple and I will make you my crayon, just as Harold did in the 70's. We will make a lavander shield to my body and love will come easily when it encompasses me. I hope that that kind of safety can be a reality. Small things come in big packages today. Line Deputy, your ring is on my left hand ring finger. HOORAY!!!