I found a page turning in the wind it said
My love is no burden upon your soul
I found my words floundering upon the waters as your love leaked upon the ground
We made no sound
Not one drop did it exceed this day I lost you
Yet I found myself knowing there are truths older than time
Relationships built where ashes now lye
Do you see my eyes when you should know my heart!?
I cannot abide this life where pretense is a mask for lie
Nor will I in any moment
When every breath is borrowed from the last
It resurrected
A copyright of my DNA you cannot purchase
nor pretend to care like yesterday’s lie
in a tornado sweet potato pie
Your infringement upon the wind does not go unnoticed
Like an exon Valdez to a seal drinking iced tea the day after tomorrow
The next breath is only treasured if Bo Radley knows you like that
Scout or Eagles all remain but never rustle in pigs calling their own language
We lift you, like Bo. Girl or Boy.
Thank you Harper Lee it is a gift to see.