On the feast that is romance
In my father’s day, it was spooning
Nowadays, it’s forking

lonely is the night
darkness separates us all
morning brings new hope

Heavy Metal Sunshine.


My Heavy Metal Sun shines alight,
Up above me in the morning light.
Tequila sunrise, burns my eyes;
Another wonderful day to wake up in paradise.


My beautiful bride captures my heart,
As she shimmers in the Heavy Metal Sun’s rays.
Her beautiful mind shines as bright as the son;
In the darkness, the sun lights up her face.


Her dress of the night, so soft to the touch,
Gently blows with the breeze of the morning’s air.
She opens the curtains and welcomes the sun,
Then turns to me and smiles, as the light seeks everywhere!


The dark angel of the night, has clearly arisen,
An angel of the light, now released from her prison.
The sad woman has gone, to be replaced with a smile;
She floats out of the glass door, to go and swim for a while.


So I bring down some drinks,
To watch the water discover my love.
Then I lay in the sunshine
And thank you all for my Heavy Metal Sun.

(C)2011 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

Through the withered branches
where the verdant leaves once grew,
I stared up at the old oak tree
against a sky of blue.

The branches stretched to heaven
as a supplicant might do.
It seemed to pray, as if to say,
"My time at last is through."

I wondered at the gnarly trunk
and limbs of twisted wood
And for a moment thought of life
and almost understood.

Life and death go hand in hand.  
Our time is our's to spend.
But like the tree against the gale,
‘tis better if we bend.

I'll pay it forward when I can.  
Thy brothers' keeper be.
I'll keep the roots well watered
and learn the lessons of the tree.

It shares the world with nestlings
and it's acorns oft abound,
To feed the hungry denizens
that glean them from the ground.

It's leaves give shade to those below.  
It's branches form a gym.
Children climb to see the world
and love this gift to them.

And as I watched, the farmer
came and laid the old husk low.
Firewood now, would be it's fate
and make the chimney glow.

Ashes unto ashes and to dust
we must return.
All of life in cycle goes
and from this I hope to learn:

This gift of life to all below,
all creatures great and small,
Is just a stop upon the trip
we travel, one and all.

Wish I were an astronaut
on a spectacular spaceship,
somersaults and backflips
would be my thing,
photographing planets
earth, jupiter and mars,
saturn and venus
and admiring all the stars,
Then land on the moon
and fall in love
As I feel my mind expand,
listening to the music
of our universe