Just New

Innocent eyes
in pasture size
with sheep as white
as the dazzling sleep

I send on weighted wings
the tragedy sings
with locked horns sent
to puddles pocked

Blond as airy ways
that never swings or sways
After all this time
we arise each time we fall

And I Can't Do A Thing.

I secretly love Tuesdays,
Because of what you do,
You talk and smile and laugh and sing,
And I know its really you.

I secretly love Tuesdays,
Because of what we do,
We talk and smile and laugh and sing,
Not one or one but Two.

I secretly love Tuesdays,
And I secretly love you,
I hope you have a secret,
That you might love me too.