The last image autumn left behind

it's just a weeds flower 

in the bud and doen't she look sweet 

when summer leaves and autum gives us

 that last sacred look of that flower tryin' to survive

its ... 

autumn  in the bud

(c) JR photo JR. autumn 2018

Not so sacred, not mine

sittin' here in my easy chair its laziness
bein' a gift of the maker, with a glass of
wine in my hand

I'm starin' across the table where I picture
her there, sippin' her lost an' lonely wine
not so sacred, not mine, smilin'

I knew there and then this was not to be
forever, yet these are the nights I remember

and she left me as a good wine a reminder
of all those lost yesterdays where the wine
in the end was our only way we did
communicate

and yes, we drank from it our glass filled
with somethin' that never was now the bottle
lies bare

has run dry and it's clear we lost more than
we ever got out of somethin' not so sacred
as our wine was

(c) JR. 2018

Feel a lazy love flow

energy's in my bones, I can feel
it flow as I'm drinkin' this wine
not sacred not mine I can feel
it flow, I feel a lazy love flow

and I couldn't think of a better
way than to spend it with you
wishin' you the most possible
happiness you could ever have

let the flow never come to rest
your hungry eyes touch my precious
wine feels the lazy love flow, energy's
in my bones

feel it flow, let a lazy love flow, I was lost
so were you, you were there I was too, we
felt it right from the start a lazy love was
risin' up we didn't need much for it to live

we didn't care if it dwindled a bit a lazy love
was all it was, we didn't care if it was, a lazy love
was there, and it flowed right through our hearts

energy's in my bones, as I'm drinkin'this wine
not sacred not mine, I can feel a lazy love flow
and I couldn't think of a better wat than to spend
it with you

(c) JR.  Eightees