Catch me with tenderness
Hold me hold me hold me
Till the moon kissing the blue
O slapping my heart with joy

Curse me o curse me tonight
Cursing my flesh o sweet butterfly
A poetic device calming the heart
Bombardment of roses roses

The majestic inner beauty
Will it rain tonight in the garden
Will laughter visiting the moon
Will the ocean sing a loving song

Written by
Jean C Bertrand

Dangerous turn of the wind
Troubling the heart of the ocean
The time has flown conflict remains
Will the waves come down tonight

Eyes danced pitiless wind trembling flesh
Surfing in the sea gods of madness
MERCILESSNESS sea creatures
Loinfishes swimming in sin

Dancing with sea snakes
Misconception of the wind
Fearing the mountains heartbeat
Crocodiles dancing in the ocean

Underneath of the blue sky
Sacred mystery sea cheerfulness of the wind
No spring no summer darken momentum
The time has flown the conflict remains

Written by
Jean C Bertrand

Troublesome world
Barriers stopping the sweet breeze
Ignorance is killing the earth
Avaricious souls stopping the wind

Written by
Jean C Bertrand

His lips leading my lips
Breathing through his words
Gentleness all kindness
An invisible loving spirit
Praising the unknown
Afraid not of the world
You are not alone

Written by
Jean C Bertrand

pale clouds at the summit
water color sky
cattle guard at wood bridge
creek bed running dry

split log fence downtrodden
razor back in wire
sinkhole on the wild plain
grouse fields under fire

pine bug and a lone wolf
clear cut on the trail
stump lake on the open range
kettle valley rail

raven on the hatheume
slash and burn and scar
blasted church in a tired sun
wild rose under char

thistle in the hollow
quails nest sitting high
carriage house at lone rock
curtains of july

smoke jaw in the canyon
percolator dream
silver sage in chapel
schneider's requiem

stockmen on the wrangle
big horn antler chase
table top at sunset
deacon creek in grace

quarry in a furry
lines of tinted red
spurs and blades and columns
patchwork of the dead

past the bow hill junction
cattle ropes are black
indian amphitheater
saddle on the rack

sun is at a high bake
sedimentary stone
three days on the morphine
skeleton and bone

cold water road is lonely
corrals are cut and paste
gone but not forgotten
the dust filled aftertaste

with all things for now in hand
you did
make me happy
for some time

and that time
should always count in
as a reason enough
in the end