break my heart and my soul cries for love into the desert dust

~

letters lie there helplessly

in a pile inside the door

I’ve tried but I just can’t

remember who they’re for

the past fades

the future hides

and time just glides

then you say America

and that makes me smile

I haven’t seen America

for such a long long while

a soul just cries

new thoughts arise

of blue skies calm seas

But you said California

and it made me smile

if I ever see California

my blue eyes will shine

and as for love

it’s much to old

a story to believe

~

jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

the Pacific listens to my crying soul