Vertigo
©2008 FlorieGray

The Last Mile

Blu Fandango

Paved With Good Intentions
Key West Cemetery

Illusions of Immortality
I was twenty-one years when I wrote this song.
Im twenty-two now but I wont be for long
Time hurries on.
And the leaves that are green turn to brown,
And they wither with the wind,
And they crumble in your hand.

Once my heart was filled with the love of a girl.
I held her close, but she faded in the night
Like a poem I meant to write.
And the leaves that are green turn to brown,
And they wither with the wind,
And they crumble in your hand.

I threw a pebble in a brook
And watched the ripples run away
And they never made a sound.
And the leaves that are green turned to brown,
And they wither with the wind,
And they crumble in your hand.

Hello, hello, hello, good-bye,
Good-bye, good-bye, good-bye,
Thats all there is.
And the leaves that are green turned to brown,
And they wither with the wind,
And they crumble in your hand.

Afternoon, Oxford University
©2009 FlorieGray

Town Square; San Jose del Cabo, Mexico (experimenting with effects)
Copyright © Florence T. Gray. This image is protected under International Copyright laws and may not be downloaded, reproduced, copied, transmitted or manipulated without written permission.

Kissin' Cousins

Donovan's Window
©2008 FlorieGray


On the firefly platform on sunny Goodge Street,

Violent hash smokers shook a chocolate machine.

Involved in an eating scene.

Smashing into neon lights in their stoners
Smearing their eyes on the crazy coke goddess

Listening to sounds

Of Mingus Mellow Fantastic.

"My, my," they sigh.


In dollhouse ruins

with colored lights swinging

strange music boxes sadly tinkling.

Drinking the sun,

Shining all around you.

"My, my," they sigh.


The magician, he sparkles

in satin and velvet.

You gaze at his splendor

with eyes you've not used yet.

I tell you his name is:

Love love love

"My, my," they sigh

For the Love of Ivy