Tired of day to day insanity

And of settling for living a life by default

A bruised heart digs its way out of human made boundaries

Then sets out

On a determined and uncompromising sojourn of reclamation.

Along the heart's travels, it meets up with a rusty magpie

With a liking for chalky ***** and waltzing

A wire haired pointer with a predisposition for friskiness and extra-marital

And a soft spoken Spanish guitar
With strings strung to tightly with the weight of deep secret longings

And Never Should have been made promises that seemed always in need of repair.

Unaware why their lives have merged at this time

The unlikely quartet move forward with the shadow of certainty always

Just two steps behind them

And perhaps that's as it should be

From the perspective of a goddess,
love can be found everywhere
in people, in animals, in nature, in objects, and in moments.

And the Goddess of Love continues to bring the willing to love's banquet table
and her disciples continue to feast with odd and hungry hearts.

Would Be suitors, you sing to me having migrated to your breeding pond
All the night long you court me with your lively mating song

As I lie in my bed eavesdropping on you troubadours of princely green
I marvel and delight at the thought, that I may have been chosen your beloved Queen

I imagine you...watchful, eager with handsome green bodies adorned with bronze and brown
Banjos with loose strings strapped to your bodies tightly, as you hop around

Yellow throats bursting open with hopeful songs of praise
For all eligible green ladies with lovely long green legs

Long may you live and may your homes be filled with throngs
Of charming little boys like you, who fill our lives with song