IF by moon or light
of love’s eyes
if it may be so
brilliance’s love
by love’s only soul
by love and so
by brilliant wishes
of forever love
If by noon or night
of lover’s soul
if it may be so
by brilliant love
by lost love forever
i never lost
within my heart
IT is my soul!
:: 10042015 ::
TOO soon too soon
my love my lover
too broad to wide
is such love
my lover
over fields that gold
above hills so high
we drove each other
toward the other side
said i, “i do”
said you, “i did”
and flew us two
beyond the weight of
life
too soon too soon
my love my lover
before you chanced
to place a flower
within my hair
‘no fear my love,
upon this side i own
fields of flowers’
:: 09-15-2015 ::
two tiny fleeting feet
rushing mushing mushroom
upon chase of time
so early in morrow
morning kisses
says rooster:
not fair i have no roost!
says the butterfly:’Sweet’
before nectar drinking
and Cupid signs: “All lovers
need a drink of Spirited Love
to start a Romantic Day!
:: 08-27-2015 ::
LETTER II
Her to Him
THIS weather is cold and my fingers are acting old;
a friend happened last week to provide me with
a few papers of your ink written by both hand
and heart; this is purely my conjecture as i
believe it is true. As all these words i read
that entice my eyes somewhat like summer raining
on which are now icy fields of white and unforgiving
white. The complexity of love is dumbfounded by
both spirit and soul; and even though my volume
of thoughts could dry this ink well i say i wish
that i offer comfort to you my friend for a few
slight disgraces. i am both approachable but then
sometimes best at night when the evening has become
this very quiet lover you are challenging.
i wish you the best in this endeavor!
:: 08-07-2015 ::
TO imagine love
:: life ::
when living is this
worthless dead
rose (do restrain)
when soul/mind complains
this wish through heart
then tragically restrained
weeds contain roses(
love) then Springtime
comes: and humanity
shouts sweetly to lovers
with broken hearts:
success is a tear
shed by the greatest lost
of love!
:: 06-29-2015 ::
THEN like when early mornings
nodding wakefully by sunlight
and youthful slowly days turning
the page of that thick book of life
by when had once, and of their
loved moments of glad grace,
and the song of tender feelings
that by nature sings to hearts
between/below the rays of light
by babbling brook and glowing bars
And swollen tears too pregnant to birth
the breach of wishing, little sadly,
to see the dream fleeing upward
into the misty mountains overhead
I hide my own heart; my own life
the precious dreams of my own wishing!
:: 06-16-2015 ::
THAT nature! She soothed my
beating heart this day!
The sound of throated-love
She sang in trees till
Spring became a burning
summer, I too! Did I burn?
Somewhere upon the ode
of Botanic Gardens!
The birds. The floral
passion of God’s eyes!
And all of me went walking
that day with the mystery
— a woman I wish to know!
A maritime — a Marina
I wish to know!
:: 04-06-2015 ::
