The songs I sing from my mind
don't always tingle with rhyme
but are songs I know
my heart shouting to the wind.
Please remember this
a kiss is just a kiss
but a sigh goes beyond tomorrow.
A kiss is often followed by sorrow
or rows and rows of a beautiful today.
Have you noticed the twist & turns?
D. Parket certainly took note . . .
The yapping of birds, just a bit hasty,
she balanced as almost nasty . . .
DP thought feathered friends
somewhere beyond a pale of sense,
their yapping and scolding stirred
stirred in a soup of arbutus seeking sun.
