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Could there be Dear Imagery
Site or sound that could ever be
Present without minds capturing
The essence of sweet poetry?

And yet, 'tis dismal irony
That breathes such life from misery
And spins on canvas words of gold
Transcending time to ages old.

With Wheatly's pen the symbols sound
Where rhythm of life's melodies abound
Pleading angelic praise be sent
To writers willed with Heaven's intent.

Bare all thy soul, a fool's voice cries,
That taunting thoughts be not denied.
Like seas that beakon sailors hearts,
The poet's burning fury starts.
1990
I look at you and see the most beautiful being I have ever known.
In you, I see the manifestation of grace
And it's very presence blankets my heart
With the warmth of all the love I've ever known
And I bask in a pool of love until I drown in its purity.
It is at that moment that your name turns to music
And it's melody wells up my mind until I can hold it no longer
And streams of love baptize my soul
And I know that I am saved.
1989
The Gift
My dreams, in carrousel, spinning in my head bring memories of you.
The colors seem to me a spectrum of all of you I knew.

As I spin, the wind blows in the soft whispers of your name;
Music to my ears, I too once did the same.

A crescent tear falls and it floods my mind
And I realize love is ******* the heart and sometimes unkind.

And yet it stops not my love for you,
But, rekindles your beauty like none other can do.

Unfaltering, unyielding, the carousel never ends
And likewise in it, my love for you begins.
1990
In loving memory of my younger brother.
It is the sole the drives the belly of man.
It hungers to be nourished,
It churns at the inability to give lay to the vision,
It fills with the gloriousness of life,
It dances to the rhythms of love,
It beats at the taste of temptation.
It rests with the Lions of fate,
It discovers the intrigue of knowledge,
And surrenders to the arms of wisdom.
1992
Say you love them and don't forget.
Cast a stone in place of it.
On the morning when dew has set,
Take a moment to reflect.
This is a fate we all must know.
You've loved an Angel, you must let go.
1989
In rememberance of Eric Scott Dillard
Smile when you think of me
And let your laughter reflect my life.
Don't cloud your eyes with tears
Unless I did not live my life right.

Smile when you think of me
So that joy may engulf of your pain.
I know sometimes it may be hard
For I too once did the same.

Smile when you think of me
And know I love you still,
For I long to see your smiling face
And I know one day I will.
1990
In memory of Eric Scott Dillard
A soul,
Unblemished by its  mortal essence,
Pure in its timed existence, free in all its splendor.

When time is past,
Used up and gone,
It lingers on.

And then, at the very moment when life is in limbo,
The mind turns inward and delves into its own spirit.
The soul, set free to wander, drifts in and offers comfort.

Soulmates, some say,
When two Love so strongly
Their souls mesh and are forever entwined.

Soul to soul,
Two beings in part
Brought together and made whole.

A union of a spiritual kind,
Not of body and mind,
But of the heart.

Suddenly, paralyzed by its enigmatic energy,
I begin to crave this force with an arder so overwhelming
I fear my own fury may drive from me that which I long for so dearly.

Don't go,
Or if you must,
I beseech you come again.

Warm my heart, smile on my soul,
As we are one and when you leave
You take the best of me with you.
1990
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