butterfly and bee
ride on summer's breezy aire
with blown glass wings

-cec

I believe in love
I believe it is the brush that paints sunrise
On a dark and lonely sky
(Ls)

I'm ancient my life
       packed neat in boxes
       in the attic
       by my wife
       for my final heartbeat
       and my burial
       in our plot. Send the lot
       to Goodwill to be forgot.

It was a fleeting moment
that took me with it

If I only had the words
That flowed like all the best
I’d tie you in a knot
of my grandiloquence!