The night of
the harvest moon
was the night
I fell for you.
You held me,
kissed me,
and whispered
you loved me.
You pulled
me close,
and gently
brushed my lips.
You whispered,
"Are you ready"?
"Yes"
I whispered back.
You kissed me,
and I let you in.

Tree, I have come to shelter and with the rain to weep
I am soaked, barefoot with mud running through.
Soft the moss, cool and cold
to soothe my heart that bleeds.
Our waxing nights of love and moons
now fallow, a field that burns.
****** our hollow bed
of haunting, silent screams
too soon the fiery devil
too far my lover
the spring.

you don't know this
but when you smile
the kind that goes from ear to ear
i simply sit there and feel
all of the overwhelming love that i have for you
and i am calm in that smile and i am in love
god, i am in love

I had a dream
that I lost you.
The night was black,
with bluish hues.
I searched,
and searched.
Screamed,
"Where are you"?
But you were gone
without a clue.
So,
I lay my head
on the grass filled dew.
When I looked up,
there were you.
Watching over me,
my ruby moon.

At dawn
A cedar laughed
at the red rose
And said
your freshness lasts
It's only a moment

I feel no fatigue
With my task
Because '
I always deal
With a garden
And meadow
flowers  and plants

The air is thick with sundipped birds
Of red and blue and tangerine
While watchers smoke on oaken stools
And black machines roar on and on