I am light
   the sparkle of fresh dew
       the warmth of the morning sun
          the whispering breeze that speaks true.

I am the beating
    heart of light
        the swirling auras of dreams
            forever shining bright.

            I am beauty
      of the delicate rose
the sweetest midnight kiss
     the heart of all prose.

        I
          am
                Love

        touching deep the heart
            creasing tenderly the soul
                  the perfect end, the perfect start.

                           I am………
                                             YOU.

I fell in the stream once
Walking along its banks
My brother hanging from
A branch
Reached down and saved
Me from drowning

I fell from a branch of a tall
Oak once
On my head my lungs
Emptied

I stepped on a snake in
The forest barefoot
I and it went separate ways
Fast

I kissed a girl
Touched her rigid *******
Felt her receptiveness
But we parted

I've walked mountain tops
Camped in valleys
Slept in haylofts
In castle towers

Been seen in bars in
Parlors of sin
In druglords
Dreams

I've ridden horses
And been thrown
I've conquered
And been overthrown

But come the morning
Some day soon
The world will
Know me as it should

I shall rise from decadence
My head above
The rest my crown
Shall be

But Brown
Leaves and pieces
Of grass
And smallest

Treasures of this world
Will be golden
When I reach
This epitome

And peace will rule
And love resound
And people
Hold hands

The world
Around.

Then
I will smile.

Cast about like a
Plug on ten pound test
Reeled through a nest of branches drowned last year
Trying to keep the nest
From building
In your shiny new
Open cast Hundred
Twenty dollar reel
You bought to look cool
(Give me a zebco 300)
And no idea where the
******* drag is set
A fierce  sixty pound striped bass drags
Tugs under you feel the pull
Wait
Make sure
There
Pull
Set that mother hey
He's on
Running away tugging
And you
Fall off the pier
Let go and
All your **** goes
Swimming.
Better undo that
Rope tied to
Your belt, the one with ten
Bream flopping,
Them mocassins be
Here in a min,
Spit out the water
You swallowed
After you gain ground again.
And break out
That old fave  zebco
Tomorrow.

In Daleville
On a normal street
In a normal town
Lived this guy I only
Knew offhand
Not personally.
Stories surround him
All the titter-tatter
Scuttlebutt.
Word had it he didn't
Pay taxes for years,
And he did fairly well
On eighteen wheels,
Cross country treks
Hauling.
Fairly nice house
All paid off
A nice old Cadillac
And a recent
Model
Mercedes.
He lived alone.
All his children grown
Moved off-
Their own lives and all-
And he was
As men get,
To say in polite
Terms....lonely.
Word was the old dude
Had several let's say
Women of the night friends,
For lack of better terms
And to keep this tribute
Civil, when he met
What he saw as the one.
She talked him up visited
Without asking for nothing.
Caught his eye
Made him feel
Things more than that
Ca  ching  sort of economic
Transfers.
To end the story the two
Drives coincided.
His taxes and need for touch.
To cheat he put all his
Goods in her name.
Thinking she was the one.
Sweet. Nice.
Good.
A year later he was
Evicted.
All his things were

Hers.
According to the law.
But the story
Hasn't ended.

According to the
Word
On
The
Street.