Sunday, November 18, 2012


Death and life are in the power of the tongue: and they that love it shall eat the fruit thereof
Proverbs 18:21

I see you
you are so lovely
so soft and so new
and the world is so ancient
so hard, the sea so deep
and ever so blue so dived into 
two , soon my love
the clock, my father time
will tick tock with the past
memory will be the remains of the last.

WORDS © Wendy Rose Watson