patience

the end of a long winter when the snow froze all the parasites and the plants were free to grow anew. its easy to get wrapped up in you, i'll let you sleep in my bed if you promise to play drums for me.  if my dove flies away i've still left the rest behind, holding freedom for the very first time in the past 5 years thank god- i pray this color will not fade nor paint your face a fleeting shade most definitely impossible to erase fortunate i'm a widow bathing in a meadow of freedom and simplicity far away from the storm front careful not to lose my peace