gracious green rolls over me
like wind over smooth rock
relenting to the eastern shore
and vast sea

my window
to endless flickers
orbs from eons past
speak to me as if time
were a minor,
perhaps non existent entity

whisper to me once more
those words you spoke
the first time we set eyes upon the night
together

if only you could lay here
breathe in the air of forever
and view in wonder
our souls chasing the stars

I see she loves
As a winged seraph
She guards a holy gate
And does not admit the beasts
I see she loves
As a page of scripture
She speaks a sacred word
To the devoted faithful few
I see she loves
As an angels blessed harp
The only ones who can hear
Are the pious and pure of heart
I see she loves
But I am just a beast
No matter my reverenece
I see she does not love me

Have you tasted
A campfire?

Have you seen
Polaroids fade?

Have you felt
The sand sparks?

     We howled at the moon.
          Our youth in full bloom.

               Our collective pasts
               Biting at ankles;
               In strength we held fast
               Denying shackles!

           Demons will come soon.
     We’ll conquer at noon.

Have you heard
Our trumpet?

Have you smelt
Victory?

But, more import
Would you like to?

Green velvety moss blankets sharp edged stones ,
your feminine fancy awaits on the opposite shore with silken legs
befitting a supermodel in Paris .. A Van Gogh brushed smile ,
the eyes of a fawn , waterfall locks of hair baiting your deadly advance
across the crocodile ridden waters , like a wildebeest you splash and trounce the neck high , raging gauntlet , fighting for every breath of air
as you nervously reach the shore , graciously pulled from the river rapids by 'her lover' , the biggest man you've ever laid two eyes on ...

To  my  home  there  on  the  hilltop.
To  my  home  there  by  the  dale.
To  that  place  which  is  a  part  of  me.
One  day  I  know  I'll  sail.

I'll  step  off  the  ships  forever.
And  I'll  sail  no  more  the  seas..
When  I  answer  yet  the  sirens.
Of  my  homeland  calling  me.

Keith  Wilson.  Windermere.  UK  2016.

One Star General, equals the Earth
Two Stars, Privacy, forgetting God's Mirth
Three Stars, Vision.. called  "Getting **** Done"!
$ stars Listening.. Heavens own Fun
5 Star General, a Voice on a Call

And No Stars, Heaven
From here dost thou Fall

Angels and Contract and Dreams do not make
a Heavenly Vision, for those who partake
With Witness and  Choices, God gave Love's own Mouth

Now Pray Heavens Angels,
Lest they Fire the Gun
for Victim and Vision,
have now become ONE