Obscene as war is, none must ever forget
that poppy-red
stands
for the human blood shed.

Remembered, the fallen who fought in a war,
the red poppy
reminds
what they thought it was for.

Observance with poppies, each one a life,
given for
freedom,
as the means to end strife.

Precious the poppy-red, needful the time
lest we,
forgetful,
miss their reason as prime.

When.

When time is my own
And no-one is making demands
While evening quiets my soul
I think of you then.

When I have moments
Which allow me two idle hands
To win some respite then wholly
I think of you then.

When sunset tucks folds
Into daylight and night takes stands
Between duty and leaves me alone
I think of you then.

When love sets me goals
I lower my sanity-anchor
And sink into hope's future mold
And think of you then.

When dreams are unrolled
And dark hours are at my command
I strip off decorum boldly
To think of you then.

Desirable.

Treasure comes sometimes excitement-boxed,
appealingly likeable, intriguingly
closed within secretive flame.

Yet to become more valuable it has to be locked
with an willing and amatory key by
a known and desirable name.

A stir of old fragrance has to arise when opened,
an erotogenic scent of endearment
meant for just two.

If a billet-doux has the allurement I had hoped
for, arrives via ether-line, carefully
discreet, I know it's from you.

A yearn of a day in same whitened blueness.

A turn of a mood as sun lightens sea's edge.

A reach of a hope that long distance reduces.

A beseech of a heartfelt once-given pledge.


A dream of a time so right for togetherness.

A need of an end to this waiting's lone song.

A count of a soul-beat one other is sensing.

A doubt of a fate seen as slow for too long.

Here I am
inside your stillness and before more dawn breaks
I will fly behind moments.

Yes here am I between each new test in your day.


Here I walk
right after sunset and as the first bright star appears
I will share in your quiet.

Yes here I stand, a whisper away, listen and hear.


Here I lie
between your first dreams and as part of awareness
I will follow in silence.

Yes I shall remain waiting to comfort any un-rest.


Here I sit
beneath our secret, 'tho feeding your spiritual need
I will stay beyond sound.

Felt but unheard I will send you my care, yes indeed.