How often have you sat composing thoughts in which to get lost in?
So morose by your bleak surrounding that you escape into a fantasy?
You are my fantasy!
That dream lover into whose being I am lost
My songs of sorrow seem to be embraced by more than the weeping of a poet’s heart.
At times it appears that even the spirit of Mother Nature feels my pain
And she cries with me in a sun shower to let me know that I don’t have to carry this burden alone,
Again
But at night, when I am bombarded with memories of the smell of your fragrance,
The caress of your hands
The taste of your lips,
That look that appears on your face when I do those things that make your body submit
Girl we are fortunate that Mother Nature doesn't share my burden then.
If she did the tears from her eyes would consume the earth
Consume women,
Consume men.
And the heat of her fires would in turn set it aflame
When she witnessed the passion of our love making
The pleasure
The pain

Even through our separation, I taste you
Intensely!
And since this separation I've found I missed you
Immensely!

you always had such beautiful hair.
so short and honey blonde.  
every night you took your hair off
and I did not know why.
but underneath your hair
you had more hair.
your secret hair was long
brittle and thin.
it was silver, white, and grey.
you never showed your secret hair,
it was always wound tightly in a little bun.
I never saw that secret hair much
until you got sick.
you stopped wearing your honey blonde hair
as much.
I started to love your secret hair.
in the end,
it wasn't so secret after all.

Why don't you meet me
Under the willows by the river
Where quietude is common
And birdsong the only sound

Come watch with me
Watch the willow branches in the wind
And the sun glinting on the river
Like hammered silver

Read with me
Under the weeping trees
Away from the world
Sperate and secluded

I am colorblind
Without you, dear.
I lost red,
When you stole my heart,
A little bit of blue
With every tear that fell for you,
Green when I
Looked into your eyes for the last time.
I lost yellow when I lost you,
Cause you shone like the sun,
Purple went too,
With the last time you kissed my neck.
Pink disappeared when you did,
You took your favorite color with you.
I am colorblind
Without you, dear.
Now all that's left
Is the grays of stormy skies ahead.