A Breathe Of Air Is Such A Treat
It Lingers In One’s Chest
Of All That’s Sweet
One Hopes Repeat

It Ever Favors Zest
But One More Thing
One Hopes A Fling
I Say Without

The Horse I Rode-
My Chin Held High-
To Yonder Mountain Realm,
No Mother Lode

No Path I’ve Toed-
Leaves Me So
Overwhelmed.
For I’ve Seen You

A Thought Has Come
To Me At Last
It Reams Through My
Left Brain,
The Shade It Casts
Can Not Be Surpassed
By Every Shadow On
All Plains.
I’m Near To Putting
Pen To Sheet
And Scrawling Yellowed
Plinks,
But It’s Not Quite Right-
But Bleats I Think-
With Sheep-Like Clanking
Clinks.
I’d Move Around
To Clear My Head-
I’d Think That’d Be A Prize,
But No Matter How I Puff
Or How I Am Bled
The Room Won’t Accommodate
My Brain’s Size.
So Now I’m Stuck-
Swelled Head, Indeed-
Not Knowing How To Crest,
Nevertheless, I Am Sure
If I Do Do It
That
Whatever It Is
Shall Be Best

Bells May Peal
And Chime
For Real
But They Might Need
Compete
For I Just Fell
For A Nightingale
Whose Charms Repeat-
Repeat.
I View Her Winsome
Fancy Flights
And Hope That It Is
Me
Taken On Wings
Of Bitter-Sweet Delight
To Isles Yet To Be.
Yes, Tonight I Saw
An Angel Take Wing
In My Recanted Light-
Yes, Tonight
I Heard An Angel Sing
So Know
What An Angel
Sounds Like

The World’s Abuzz-
It Shakes My Soul
My Sweet, Winsome,
Celeste,
You Make Me Feel
As Though
This World Is “bold”
With Me Its Very Best.
I Can Not
Express
How Grand It Is
These Feelings That I Feel,
I Know Just This-
And It Is Bliss-
That I Am
Your
Appeal

The Sun Is Late
The Moon It Fails
Its Wanderlusting
Ways,
The Sky It Pelts
My Feelings-
Self-
No Longer Does It Save.
No Canopy Of Stars For Me
My Heart
Cancer-Stricken Trouble,
For I Have Just
Reviewed My Scene
Your Character:
Unlovable