Her hairstyle is combing long auburn , wet hair down in front then throwing it over her pretty head to dry ... She's in her mid-fifties ,  no makeup is ever needed , flannel shirts and blue jeans with tennis shoes and one precious diamond ring .. A voice that I seek at Dawn , a smile that lights up my world ..A walk with your best friend through the woods is a trip to anywhere , the shores of Greece , the mountains of Chile ...
A day in the country with this girl satisfies the hunger for anything I could ever crave on this Earth ...

I am at random,
And the lines formless
In my mind:
A lover and the pain,
A cat and a dying master,
Memories while walking
Among the tombs,
The names are faces.

And the void is a mind globe
Spreading itself into a sphere
As the sweat scourges my forehead,
I wipe my third eye:
      Hours leapfrog from page
To page,
   The sound of poetry is among
Everything I have known,
    A dispersed word translates
Me for the verse,
    But I am insubstantial,
Much as my thoughts.
In my room,
     On my desk,
I brood over the wind of yesterdays
Erosions,
I am nailed to a tree,
Deep into a lifeless tree,
I am no poet saint.

     I am not here nor there,
And when all the words have convened,
      I will find a piece of myself
In every poem,
    Though I remain incomplete.

I wish u were as warm
As the sun
With ur smile and hugs
Then leave me a mark
Upon my face