Oh,

to fall in love with a poet.

How strange it would be

writers of darkness who share their nonsense

in passionate form.

I'd fall in love with a poet

to dream with her

of what could be.

Oh to dream,

of one who understands me.

Is it you miss poet,

is it you

who understands me?

Taste your future
on a sample platter
of thought
delicate whispers
of a soul's bride
murmur gently
into canyons
of deep  red

Blue pools
of shimmering tide
swirl gently
upon white sand

Sun-struck scales
of coral creatures
reveal hints
of galactic beauty

Reality's eternal beauty

exists.

Purple clouds between us
with you across the line
a stressful day becomes
content

Distance,
though your present silence
awakens a gray heart
to love's radiance

Sat upon clay colored cushions
In the breadth of foreign land
two young men and a boy
listen in,
to Spanish TV

Mosquitos hover intently
upon warm humid air
lowering to replenish
with itchy precision

Flowery aromas,
of fruit-scaped hills
pour through parted Windows
of 13 glass panes  

a white sock and a black sock
the moment feels the same
still typing
trying to find,
my purpose here

Cello foundation
married to clean vibration
of guitar's ring
fed gently  
through memory's slide show