Gifts of isle,
Odd rarities, a clasp of corners,
Frugity,
Trapezoid,
Fluidly,
Agrown,
As a teething,
Jewel or treasure,
Soulfully bound,


Chase lights like oceans,
Ever against
The fascinating cylinder

Ready or not,
Here it is again,

Pictures of families,
Roses and daisys

expectation's hope rising, pulsing 
as you bring the warmth and joy 
that only a bright summer day 
presents on a picnic blanket spread 
filled with goodies and laughter 
neatly packed away in a picnic basket 

expectation's hope realising 
as you take my hand in yours 
thru the threshold of our home 
prancing into the breeze and light 
filled with memories and plans 
lovingly packed for a rainy morn 

expectation's hope resuscitating 
as your soothing breath caresses 
taking my longings into belonging 
perfecting inner transformation 
filled with songs and dreams 
movements in blissful harmony

There was a young lady of Corsica,
Who purchased a little brown saucy-cur;
Which she fed upon ham,
And hot raspberry jam,
That expensive young lady of Corsica.

Insignia,
The other children,
Half spent on vinyl lies,
And cherished forgers,

Chunk, all the seamlessly,
Rudimentary stigmas,
Hollow and dismal,

Searching oceans of nothing but,
Something all together

I will finger the hem
of your gown
and place my smile's cheek
against the shadow
of your leaving.