When I first saw you I gasped and closed my eyes.
I thought you were too gorgeous to be real,
I became shy. As I grasped your hand,
I fell ever more deeply in love.
Black And White Is The Scene,
Still Suffocated By A Wet, Velvet Screen,
Watched By Two Lovers, Each A Teen,
Both Eager For The Gorgeous Rising Sun Scene.
They’re Waiting For The Sun To Repaint The Picture,
Tightly Are His Arms Holding Her,
Fully Knowing That She’s His Cure,
For All His War And Anger.
Does It Refer To The Pigeons
Killed On Subway Tracks,
The Geese Ending Up In
Jet Engines, The Loons
Carved Up By Boat Propellers?
Is It Also The Marketing Of
Factory Farmed Turkey Agony
And Bird Pieces Full Of Cancer
Salmonella Colon Bacteria
Uric Acid By The Subway Corporation
I Like Look Around About The Nature,
You Are Not Likely Coming With Me.
I Wander As A Cloud Round And Round.
There Is Water Flowing Out From Here.
I Do Whatever Things Freely As I Like
Please You Do Not Disturb Me Alright.
You Can Do As Whatever You Will Do.
My Works Are My Own Favorites Too.
Five Steps To A Lovely Morning
Close Your Eyes
Take A Deep Breath
Open Your Arms Wide
As We Raise Our Brows With The Utmost Care
Toast To The Couple As They Grin And Bear
I Almost Did Stop And Stare
At The Moment They Touched Eachother,
Though Feeling Wasn’t There.
The Curtains Flowed Like A Carousel In A Fair
And The Wind Caressed The Folecules Of Their Hair
They Danced To A Rythm That Filled The Air
And Parting Of Grasps
They Would Not Dare
Just The Thought Gave Them Such A Scare
Out In Reality Is A Love So Rare
That Could Blind The Eyes Of Each Pair
But Unlike Paradise,
Here Love Can Rip And Tear.
Watch As This Tear Falls Into Empty Space
See It Fall Into Life’s Nameless Place
Can You See The Sparkle As It Catches The Light
That Sparkle Once Was Happiness That Is No Longer In Sight
Only Pur Memories
Are Walking The Crisp, White
I Wrote His Name In The Sky
But The Wind Blew It Away
I Wrote His Name In The Sand
But The Waves Washed It Away
At Night When I Am
Lonely The Wind Speaks To Me,
The Wind Asks Me Why
Do I Shiver And Why I Am Sad.
I Answer, “Because Of Your Silent Whispers