Undo the plague your love's befallen men;
By I with love alone to rescue you,
Repenting is but part of mine to when-
Forgiveness is bestowed by them purview:
As then, by heart to heart yourself shall mend;
To love through virtue's gate, that I do love;
But angel I am not nor can I send -
From you, contempt with all contempt thereof,
Immune then I cannot and suffer so;
As sweet is only sweet when sour is known;
And wise do take with love the love to know
The grace that made is often more that's shown:

So leave the hearted trails within our wake
And newer love let born, for lover's sake.

When I do pause, reliving love's laments;
As I am now in drenched within the guilt;
That every morn', the morning sun presents -
With open eye, I sighted all will wilt;
As glory's rays foresaw our lover's end
And even when her gaze did steal the shine;
My fears did bathe in worst my burn could lend;
To death me in a time, when she's not mine.
Yet now when years become that fearful truth;
That golden star glowed brighter than my cloud
And if by magic send my skin to youth:
Then love will cherish love as love's aloud

Regrets do taunt the saintly love of old
If only saint it were, when love weren't cold.

To dearest love of mine, that has yet been:
Tho' sight reveals you not, by love I know;
Your kindly wit will bid our love be seen,
But caution to such heart before it's show;
Refrain from early use of words of love
For I will hide as night does hide the day
And echo in my wake: a mourning dove
With water drops from setting suns of may.
Yet if so patient, as does hope create
This love of yours be gifted, soft the touch
And then your tones will have no cause to wait
To shout about our love, that loves as much.

Then time's our distance, sweet and darling one
'Till then tho' I will wait, where love is numb.

I wonder if an unusual flock of white crowned sparrows
Were there that day, that fateful day
Sensing, by which means I know not;
The carnage about to come.
In a frenzy of panic I can imagine the flutter
The unruly encirclement over the festivities.

Perhaps an onlooker gazed upon the sparrows
Momentarily captivated by crying white birds
Together with an eerie hush from the desert wind
Surmising that this is an ominous sign,
Could this be one last final thought of the departed.

For high up in the Mandalay, thirty-two to be exact,
Malevolence hailed down -hailed on a strip of the Mojave.
Smokey rounds undiscrimately raced, laced,
With hate into the music lovers.
Did the Red Rock echo the automatic distant mutter;
The disturbing sounds of mass tuned celebrators' dissarayed.

To what cause is there for such bareful morality?
What heart on 32 could not the feel the serenity;
Of the soothing, harmless country beat?
Then still, sought it fit to take many away
Away from their sacred land and kin.

Many souls - stunned by the sudden halt to dancing
Directed upwards, towards the sun
Yearning to return for one last goodbye.
Perhaps then, that same flock of white crowned sparrows
Native to the north - were grasped by the fallen
By some divine intervention.

Then to return to the scene in the Mojave,
Chirping farewell to the bereaved,
Gracing once again - the soil of the free land;
They loved, and perished upon.
Then into the abode - well above the desert sky.

Should I inform the pages of our bed?
Could words have words for what is most unsaid,
To not, has then this poet failed it's stead;
To write that which the heart to-pen has led,
Then if I claim me poet, I'm deceived;
By self to self committing grievous fraud,
The worsen kind my show by stage received
And all the future works reveal me flawed.
But write then here, then I to my muse proved;
You dance upon my words to finger tips,
And tap our only truths, your eyes approved -
And wetted, dripped from out your loving lips.

Become my write, oh lovely muse of mine!
Our night shall be as ink, is to our wine.

My Lady is the moon upon my night;
As black is far less black around her eye,
If opal's sun gives life with better light;
Then grace to her bestows that magic dye.
I have seen moons, tho' quarter, half than full
And sooner do the clouds retake their shine,
But no celestial star has brightest pull
Around the darkest core, as lady mine.
Yet I well know such glow, deserves that glow;
Returned by barter lover from nearer star,
But he in need, as I do need her so
Do render her the only orb by far.

As begging eyes do give the moon it's fame
And worship holds there greater than the same.

If time shall prove you breathe whilst I cannot
And that same gentled breath need mourn for me;
Then tear me far from soil, for there I'm not.
But where your tears of love had come to be;
As there I'll swim to ease the pain of love
For love had once to flow, but then to cry,
Seek not my soul from ever skies above
As you I've loved and there I'll live to die.
Yet if you doubt my presence, dream the time;
When younger eyes had met with younger days
And I will whisper mine in sweetest rhyme
'My love in daze as first we were to gaze'.

I'll drown a thousand deaths in thousand tears
But soon you'll know, my love outlasts the years.