With two hands on my/
shoulders, God’s servant told me/
where I need to go.
OR
where I need to be.
OR
Hands on my shoulders,
he looked into my soul and/
told me where to go.
With two hands on my/
shoulders, God’s servant told me/
where I need to go.
OR
where I need to be.
OR
Hands on my shoulders,
he looked into my soul and/
told me where to go.
I recall when we /
lay gazing at the full moon./
Then she blocked my view.
The midnight train’s
lonesome call
awakened me.
Startled,
I looked to see
a bright light
bearing down on me.
I panicked
until I realized
it was again
the damn
full
moon
racing
down
the
window
slats
tracks
to once more
crush
my heart
with missing you
memories.
Oh codeine! Thou who/
hast placed me in Xanadu
with Coleridge’s high*.
Or
*Muse.
“Counting happiness/
not calories” is a great/
motto for my life.
OR
I’ll “Count Happiness,/
not Calories.” It’s a great/
motto for our lives.
“Count Happiness, not Calories!” was originally stated by Stephanie, my server at the Orem, Utah Carrabba’s Italian Grill restaurant, when we commented on the chocolate cake and how many calories it had.
Although it feels strange/
to not talk to you today,/
as you say: “Good night.”
The way the evening’s/
clouds overlapped each other/
made me dream of us.
When you feel so sick/
you could die, your creative/
talents seem to leave.
The cheese I’ll eat all by myself./
The gift books will go back on some shelf./
The zodiac pin/
I’ll try to sell again,/
since your mode’s gone back on stealth.
How can my email/
be what you needed to hear?/
I wrote nothing deep.