God How I Love These Days

God how I love these days!
Everything is crisp,
just fresh and clear and crisp.
The bus driver's uniform
immaculately pressed, blue like the
fall sky. Wonderfully illuminated by honor and pride.
Oh the memories of these days
so many, and many forgotten
many wished for. I wish
I wish for her hand, nostalgia,
Oh Nostalgia, like the lingering kiss,
like a goodbye kiss you are!

God how I love these days!
Smoke from timber dissolves its sweet perfume.
Civil War re-enactments,
more smoke, and fake soldiers,
even in battle have time for love.
I wish I were there, wholly there.
God oh God I love these days!
The leaves, I consider the leaves,
how they turn.
The old is dying, it is time for the old to die
and the new must come when the way is clear.
The new must come when the way is clear.
The new must come.
And it will sing Your praises.

God I love these days....

forgetfull.aboveall

forget no way man
what what happened
then and then but then again
its now soul feels
not then before
however

then matters life above all
what happened?
there there there it is!
stay stay stay with me
not like the feather
in the wind

no. here.
come here!
grasping. weak weak hands
they are familiar
cold. mine. neglect.
forget. forget. forget.

no.