Over his years he had collected then
Not being sure of their date or place
Finding them digging the thatchers
Seventeenth century wasteland plot.


Stone Age in style and shape combine
To give a sense out of today’s machine
Fashioned by hand to be implements
On a windowsill now like organic rocks.


Love Mary **

sunset for moonshine
two souls as one forever
for me only YOU.
4/7/2020

You were written
in my destiny
Only as the sky
Untouchable

I can admire you
Your presence
Only never be with
Untouchable

When you are a star
I am not the dark
In my world to be seen
Untouchable

To fly would be
Feel your presence
Only never be
With you present
Untouchable

If you are the sun
I am only the ray
There by your eminence
Untouchable

You were written
in my destiny
Known by my heart
But my eyes not so
Untouchable