Pass The Dutchie ~ iv

  
We see the moon at different times
It rises on invisible lines
Here to there
You are where
It’s first glow shines

We see the moon at different times
It sings in mystic poetry
Calls to you
Calls to me
Pulling, melancholy

We see the moon at different times
Surrounded by sorrows beauty
Dead of night
Clear as day
Call to prayer, a duty

We see the moon at different times
In praise of a god we do not know
Light the way
Hope and faith
To believe and let it grow

We see the moon at different times
A wish in waiting on a starless night
First star
Star bright
Wish to wish on your first light

We see the moon at different times
Could there be two
Parallel moons
Side by side
Just like me and you

We see the moon at different times
With outstretched arms
Hands take hold
In a dream come true
Two hearts clasped like charms

Ax

last one for tonight…buzz wearing off, time to nod….zzzzzz πŸ™βž°β€οΈ

Pass The Dutchie ~ iii

  
Voices echo through the vacant spaces of my heart
Leaving swirls of misty thoughts, it starts
It was spring at my feet that sprung
Carried north above my eyes where it hung
Willow trees weeping in wide open spaces
Pines and birch sprouting buds in all the right places
Pinecones dripping sap trapping bugs for a feast
Where birds feed on springs harvest treat
A doleful voice poured into my cup
It was angelic but too distant for me to taste
A swoon of a voice as it calls
To my gaze, my eyes did lay
Upon a creature trapped in the forest where it came
The distant pain now fully in my wake
Found a wounded doe lost in its sorrow
Sobbing cries the pain endured, deep in to the marrow
I see but cannot touch flesh, for in dreams they are forbidden
But to sing in a song of whispers written
Pray that comforting words may enlighten
A soul in need cries out when in despair
Too late for some that could not bear
The wait for anyone to care

Ax

Pass The Dutchie Β ~ Β iiΒ 

  
Every breath, once would sting
The in, the out, the shaking about
In count, one, two, three, now blows free
Releasing hold of weight, now drowning

Every breath, now sings
The sad going in, comes out in a hymn
In praise of those met, in this life of sin
Who have inspired to live as desired

Every breath, once would cry
Unheard wails that would vibrate walls
Deaf to the ears that lived, in a shared space
Soothed by the eyes, fueled by wifi

Every breath, now sighs
In peace is found, a once hardened heart
Releasing breath of the past
Inhaling, need of life, for a futures creed

Every breath, once would speak
The words of forgiveness, we all seek
To err is human, to forgive is divine love
Is it that hard? to let anger, go the way of

Ax

Best day of the year is coming. April 20th. 4:20 happens 3 times
not that i follow that rule, i smoke pretty much when I want. except in church but I dont go to church (me thinks, I is damned)