Death and Rants

Death makes angels of us all and gives us wings to fly. Won’t you let me fly then , my sweet love? I watched a butterfly soaring in the sun among the roses in your garden with colors as lovely as the dreams we saw together. The butterfly, my love, thrives on the nectar of…

Pretending

Let us pretend that we are wiser now Than we once were. An age where we raised castles of sand And giggled as the sun set on our days. Now, wiser with time and impassioned with skill, We build our world on a hill of waste That fumes of our toxic apathy To the wails…