The World is My Paper

The Spilled Beans Series is a collection of the author's random thoughts and deliriums. It does not really fall into one mood as the writer suffers from bipolar disorder. Mood swings also affect the humor and drama. Although some of these entries were published in papers, majority are fresh from the writer's keyboard.

Friday, August 20, 2010

Our lives are seasons, waiting

For Irvin.
Happy birthday.

Our lives are seasons, waiting,
The sun in haze and sultry.
The sphere to which her light conjures,
Is a passive sight of a Sunday.

Her hands are wavering toss of waves,
And they soothe a dry, crisp desert.
But Life is one bigger complement,
Than the chances we have in seasons.

Had the rain subside to let streams level,
Our voyage stripped and bland.
So I'd rather wait for the next blue winter,
Before spring takes all the same old span.

/August 16, 2010.
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