i still remember
the first time that we touched
and the sparks that flew

i am an inchoate, tubular, time traveller, wearing blue jeans

a derelict house
windows gone and doors open
wrapped thick with brambles
under a spreading walnut
a doll glaring from the porch

the call of a loon
from across the darkened lake
owls hooting nearby
then just that sense of ringing
slowly wheeling above me
as big as the starry sky
taking me to a dream deep
till i wake at dawns' first light
as  bright as crystal

silver moon shine down
guide my lover on the path
to my loving arms

i struggle and yearn
to walk in truth and reason
with love in my heart

the smile of a child
unblemished, unprejudiced
is a priceless gift