a man's word
is all he has,
a poet's word
may just be
a pipe dream.

Lying on the sand
a sun-baked crustacean
I watch the waves
clamoring
one over the other
coming to lift me
and carry me away
to a watery Atlantis
but with each approach
they retreat
coy paramours
coaxing
but then withdrawing

I could just break down and cry.
But I could also get over it
in the fear of being judged.

First rumble of dark thunderheads
were heard in the dark western sky
children were roused out of their beds
little Johnny started to cry
loudly screamed he didn't want to die
tightly clung to older brother
who said all was okay, a lie
as Johnny fled to his mother

Many a'night I've groaned like a wounded
Lion scaring my own shadow and
Left myself boneheaded
against the wall I dragged my feet
In ruins that wedded my grief,

Then I turned around;
could that be you soul brother Holding?
the rope so tight beneath my chin against this iroko's root,
My blood bleeding with tears,
I screamed but only my soul heard me.

But then came me that broke the shackles,
I redeemed my being!
The droplets upon my eyelids now taught me;
You were just a DREAM!

The light post held on the high road
was found to create dents into the
veil of darkness.

That comes into play when the sky
is emptied of the moon and the starry
dots because of the black cloud.

But when the summer arrived for the tree
canopies to gain in thickness much enabled
to hide the body of light, the light post could
not pierce the veil of darkness.

Although you could still the music made
by the morning bird to soothe the mind and
heart.