wildcat

The sun, I think is like a friend that you have lost

One that you've drifted so far from, that it is impossible to return

Yet still its light shines on you, so blinding you must look away.

In the cradle of the galaxy’s abyss, we float

Born and aged through evolutions, revolutions

The Earth has been here, and we are passengers on a never ending journey in our orbit round the sun

Carried by the songbird’s wings 

Through forests bright, caverns dim, 

Flying in the wild wind.  

Tears have been shed and goodbyes have been said 

And the light is leaving from your eyes. 

Spring, my dearest, where are you?

I've been waiting for so long, yet still I'm caught in Winter's grasp, and I'm ready for something new

First came the ballgowns and the beheadings.

Six wives of Henry the eighth, and divorce or death were brought upon all but one...

If love was a garden, I’d let it grow wild

Because what use is love that’s tamed?

There, the honeybees would be the messengers, passing letters of sweet nothings from the sun to the flower’s soft buds