Time rhymes with rhythm...
Days deal with deals,
Week walks with work,
Years yearn for youths.
The dead dead still,
The living love life,
Man must move the more,
Deep to the depth of things.
There the dead's deals dim,
Leaving the living life's treasure,
The secrets of darkness,
For the living's pleasure.
Collecting day dreams
in life's treasure chest to stay
storing them away.
(c) copyright heather burns
In the
gallery
of my mind
I have
collected
so many
pictures
thoughts
treasures
images of
you.
In my
night
dreams.
they keep
reappearing
haunting
my sleep
forever
present.
(c) copyright heather burns