What To Think
What to think,
to dream such dreams, blesséd smiles
it never seems
too far away, but he desn’t try
he’s never here, sometimes I cry
--does the moon’s white faec know love??
The hematite ring, boundless forever
a small voice to sing
I wasn’t even moving then
deep in thought as I had been
--but alas by it’s own will shattered.
Into three, believe in THAT!
for all to see
It was an omen?? What does it mean??
Do I think too much on things I can’t see?
-- I Do think a lot on people I can’t see
