Dedicated to Polllardii

Living a Lie
is better you might say
Than to Survive
Perhaps Thrive
On
Water Under The Bridge ,

As we dream of
A Bed Story
Cover me if you Please
Finding Glory in the
Poems that makes you smile

Altough it's been a while

Since chasing Driftwood
Tasting a salty summer's wind
With the ones we hold Dear.

Yet

There's no Accounting for Love

Indeed I have sinned
But I could only long for absolution,
on the park benches of home near.