WHILE words choke when love
for you springs my heart
hush gentle hammer-beat!
Mind full as splash-colored
Fields oh sun! Warmth as passion!
My beloved dearest one.
There across the creek
below the Oak by the root
tulips and stars two lips
as ours — the precious time!
The secrets so sweet as the
twinkle within your
eye my loveliest one!
From one to two now three!
:: 09-16-2018 ::
Standing on the corner
of a street called life
i can see the freeway
and all my dreams
they’re rushing high
they’re rushing by
And a beggar begs for a dollar
the police for a crime
And a judge reminds me
of the nature of laws
within men’s twisted minds
so today i lose it
i lose the hope
so today heaven’s heavy
lead with a knotted rope
And heaven’s lost my heart
— today’s gone heaven’s lost
my heart and mind
today’s gone
so i say so long
with living time
standing on the corner
of a street called life
:: 09-15-2018 ::
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