A trace upon the open sea,
Perhaps a new adventure —
Away from all complacency,
Away from any censure —
Or maybe its a pleasure trip,
Or giving commonplace the slip —
A trace upon the open sea
And so much
Possibility
"Thoughts that breathe, and words that burn."
A trace upon the open sea,
Perhaps a new adventure —
Away from all complacency,
Away from any censure —
Or maybe its a pleasure trip,
Or giving commonplace the slip —
A trace upon the open sea
And so much
Possibility
Pumpkins: we place them with Halloween
By season and tradition,
But I could not help but wondering,
And had a faint suspicion
That something more sinister may be there,
Though their patches might look sleepy —
In autumn, do pumpkins use human spice?
‘Cause that would just
Be creepy