In some distant time
Where morning comes slowly
The Lord had called me to this
Barely before the sun settles in
I stir my coffee with a tarnished silver spoon
That reminds me of time past
Distant songs and mended memories
My wrinkled fingers stuffing pipe
Retired to my chair with mans best friend at my feet
The mind tumbles with a deep shade
Will wright my last painted poesy
In forgotten notebooks
Of how life was
Lost lovers forgotten wars and golden yesterday
With rhythm falling off the page
My inky echoes will fade
As the last autumn falls on me

With the death of season swallowtails wings flutter
Rhythmic Wheat oceans of Thunder and lightning
Fireflies dance amongst moonlit tassels
Burning to impress the wild light of Colbert heavens
Evening tide lovers, dreamers of electric moon nights.
One dusk after another Crickets serenade to vibrating hearts
Denying Somnus Cries Embracing  Whispers of Eros
With the death of season swallowtails wings flutter
A breathless sky
Smell of smoke in the gentle evening
Ten thousand lovers desire

Coffee ripples
Train goes by west bound
the poet and his coffee
In pale argent light

Where falling stars live
we pass over arks of light
That call us again

Diamond dust sliver dusk
With a heart so dark
Are sins have all been said
Something luminous and rare
The very texture of gray
Winter will be upon us
And the poets shall morn

Cosmic Colbert galaxies
Your oceans meet my seas
Pounding the shores
of a Lotus haunted mind
these colonies of dreamscapes

We stare down longest perspectives of dusk.
Beneath the wings of lilac dim,
In robes of  evening heavens ablaze,
A breath of winter tides.
With all the memories that could not fade,
Gone like a dream in the wakening eye of day,
A sigh of immortal past echoes to my ink kingdom.
Connected by the voices of passing vagabonds
And calls of lazy seas.
The midnight shivers as I drift from the shores
Of Dreamscapes to the stars of desolation,
Trembling in the West.
The stars not fond of borrowed thoughts