I flew to Tokyo on the wings of a story in my email today,
So to tell the author how magical it was,
I came to this place to tell them and say,
Thank you for doing the thing that thou does,
but to my chagrin, came 404 not found,
No name for the author,
so I send this notice around,
In the faint hope that they,
do notice this proffer,
So I may subscribe to their writings on offer.

I get Maam-ed in blue jeans and sir-ed in a dress,
so I usually go with my Utilikilt and let them guess.
I despise the social construct that puts me in this position,
and I will fight it until I win  or I cannot take the derision.
I could fill multiple volumes with more detail if you want them,
but unless you ask I won't just vaunt them.

Bloom and grow, pale rose so fair, and when the time has come
let loose gossamer failing petal, and pass the morning's song
unto the day's new gentle light, and into time of worth
bear fruit for the new peradyme,in glorious new birth!

SO enter the gyre!
My birds wait with baited breath to hear the tale.....
I believe the moon will be full blush and giggle...
The tale of romance waiting for fulfillment under the silver moon
The prince tenderly caresses the fair maiden,
Lips with passion's plea ply her heart with honey and moonbeams,
Mistletoe and Myrrh, a rose,
And the whisper of a song....
Kisses three with blessings too,
The heartstrings drawn for me and you...
Could be maybe, thought occurred,
Love can make the heart absurd
Sky's the limit,

Time may come,
When you know that she's the one....
I reach inside of my own heart,
And see the place where love does start,
And when I am within that place,
I see that love is on the plate,
Upon the table where we sup,
Eat the Bread,
And Drink The Cup.
One for Promise,
Two for Dreams,
Three for Love,
And Four for Rings,
Five for Life,
And Six Time,
Seven for God's gift sublime
Eight for all of Eternity,
And Nine for the jury of the Free,
Ten for the Time of Judgment Day
(Without which we'd be swept away)
Eleven: Forgiveness' bill to pay.
And finally, after all is said,
Foundation laid,
And bill is paid;
Then we see the truth indeed,
That Love is All,
All else is dead
Play the harp,
And ring the bell,
We whom are in tempest swell,
Circling around the gyre,
We spin the mighty spell of life,
In the Center,
In the Eye,
Where there cannot be a lie,
Only truth can be perceived,
Honor, Faith, and Trust believed,
There we have foundation sure,
Hearts guide lifting up the pure,
Sending light out from the source,
Aim is true,
The Bow pulled taut,
Truth illuminates the course,
I am the Arrow, is the thought.
East, South, West, and North, into the Maelstrom we go forth!!!