this place
in the thin track of woods
behind a shopping center
a boulder and the bare beaten ground around it
littered with beer cans and pizza boxes
a girls shirt with mud on it hangs in a bush
one mans shoe

but its so quiet here
the breathing of the wind
as it stirs the leaves overhead
and makes a shifting sunlight fresco of shadow's light
a crow beats wings into the clearing

who was i with that day
where were we going
a girl but who..who....
i cannot even remember what she looked like
the color of her hair
i cannot even tell you the year
i was a young man in a motorcycle jacket
and engineer boots
was it a dream
dreamt so long ago that it in
memory's eye it was real
no i know the place we were all to well

that clearing is fresh to the mind as it was that day
but time has eroded all else
i wonder who she was
i know i loved her after a fashion
i held her in that clearing
we kissed and talked for some measureless time
i remember her laugh
i remember her kiss
who were you
who

my sweet lost lover
forgive this old man his scattered mind
forgive my thoughtless forgetting
as the days end rush up upon me
i look back with a fond eye on my passing life
if we shared little else
i know we shared that day
and i know that my heart smiled for you
my sweet lost lover

no dark tale this love affair
no tears a'flowin
no harsh words to be spoken
no hearts broken
there is only me and her
nobody else even matters

she is a great mystery to me
such delicate beauty and sensual form
such a strong and true woman
she only need reach out and take my hand
and my world changes in a heartbeat
my thoughts turn to bright futures

dawn seems to surge in on me
but i discover that its really her smile
and that is so much brighter and warmer
than any dawn the world has known
and i take her and she takes me
beauty is in eachother
is in knowing eachother

the carve of morning light
is hard against the grain
but i navigate its demure maiden
and her demands of devotion
and set out alone for the beach to find the
goddess of night

there along the boston post road
laying in the thick miami sun
with her scented petals and potions in small containers
she lingers her wet lips behind the crisp cold glass and watches
the vivid colours of the flowers and regalia
backdrop her thoughts as she waits for a setting sun

languishing in the ****** tropical night
adorned with only moonlights kiss
she reclines on soft warm sand
with her attentive lovers caress
and give sweet voice to their wanton carnal dreams

her lovers
both man and woman speak to her with
gentle kisses from such tender loves
and with such burning naked lusts
that it feels like they are feasting upon her with
their lips and hands
a deep longing and powerful tide of ecstasy's warmth
washes over her
she releases herself to its pleasures

afterwards with a lingering hand
she bids her lovers farewell
and wistfully walks barefoot up the sandy shore
carrying her sandals and basket of rhymes
she will flee north only to return
like a changing of seasons
to this empty stretch of beach this time next year
to find her lovers once again
and know once more the carefree loves and wanton desires

the boldness of your words has faded
and the heat of your passionate heart has cooled
with the hours piled one on another
until all thought of action is smothered in the wine of sophistry
until all thought of release from this course has vanished

you bend to the wind of change
hoping to find sweeter fortune
but you cast about with careless hand at the proper set
for the sail and loose the tack
you are running blind into the maelstrom
you are without rhyme or reason in the land of logic

                                   the sun slowly seeps thru the narrow window
and heats the burnished dark wood
igniting the scents of oak and polish
bringing back the rich and deep aroma of childhood
and mansions of gilded iron and stone
the years when your path seemed sure and true
when your destiny and purpose seemed so clear

but as the sun dies in the west
and the cold of night summons itself to your heart
you wish once more to find that heat
of youth
that stalwart strength that never failed you
and kept your heart from troubled thoughts
in dark times
you wish once again that she was here
that she had lived
to be at your side this dark dark night

as the last few rays of the sun
slip away from the narrow window
my friend
i shed a tear for one and all of us
that have passed this cold dark place
we have buried many friends
we have seen far too much
and have felt so helpless in the face it all
as these last few rays of sun slip away
i think of her
i think you my friend
i wonder how much longer till i join you
in the distant land

celebration of the softer mind
its weak hand flutters along the edge
of its misspoken and brittle cakes of haphazard thought
tasty sweets to distract
distilled from the lesser thoughts of some brilliant mind
its watered down textures is vile
to the tongue
but one must find the strength to utter it
lest you be thought too frail to press on with the greater good

she shivers inspite the thick bundle  of her cloth
and looks with pleading up to the ignorant sun
can you do nothing to warm me she inquires
but the suns bliss is uninterrupted
as in its daily wanderings it could ill conceive such creatures
so far below milling about under its brilliant beauties

so in celebration of the softer mind
we pick up our lacklustre thoughts
and dragging them behind like some misbegotten
carriage of poorboys laughable creation
we pick our way east along the kings highway
looking for floozies and harlots we could sit and pass the
time with in gentile repose
they know the truth of kindness
and know it has no coin
so while you may think it strange
that my lover and i seek such minstrels of carnal dances
we understand that the finest linen dose not always
make for such fine thread to keep out the worlds cold
the truth of kindness is that it needs no coin