A mere passer-bye. I go unnoticed
And through these sad blue eyes I see a moon
Wow I say...that trip, so very far away
But what the hell. If I disappear who shall know
So I think; Life, have you been good to me
Or perhaps I am weak and seeking sympathy
No lasting life can ever be, just reality
But the notion of my death. Vulnerbable
Hoping that above that Moon waits God's arms
But remember Bob, tis all but a dream
No virgin thoughts remain, save a silent scream
A slight splinter, barely noticed, causes fright
If in our hearts, we fail to set these moments right
... and her kiss...
Now so important. Way gone to history
But as I waver and decline, breathing shallow
Your face, in my hands, magnificently
Brings me ever closer to you; Heavenly
By Bob Fox
















Hilly xxx








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