SOMETIMES a child's voice crying on the street
Comes winging like an arrow through the wind
To pierce my breast with you, my baby, and
My pen is weak, and all my thinking dreams
Are mist of yearning for the touch of you.

You've heard me, scornful, harsh, and discontented,
Mocking and loathing War: you've asked me why
Of my old, silly sweetness I've repented--
My ecstasies changed to an ugly cry.

You are aware that once I sought the Grail,
Riding in armour bright, serene and strong;
And it was told that through my infant wail
There rose immortal semblances of song.

But now I've said good-bye to Galahad,
And am no more the knight of dreams and show:
For lust and senseless hatred make me glad,
And my killed friends are with me where I go.
Wound for red wound I burn to smite their wrongs;
And there is absolution in my song

I may seem so heavenly in all the things I say
The words that fly with silken wings may chase your gloom away
But I, in all, tell lies of love, for I've found not one that lasts
So I apologize to you for poems of the past
Tears fall continually into the pen with which I write my words
Manipulating romantic tendencies so I may somehow be heard
But even the most vile demon can speak words of honeydew
But all you'll find is with those words they run off to hell with you
So look at me beyond this shell and say those three words again
And if you find they are sincere, I will stay until the end
But until my scribblings on this paper turn to played-out verbs
Beware of me and of promises, for they may be only words...

We are older, somewhat colder
And here is where we find
That our very being is all dependent
On our state of mind
And years they pass, yes
But what are days to the oak trees
No questions asked by swaying grass
Much less the birds and bees
And here is me and here is you
And here is all in one
Traveling while sitting still
Around a blazing sun
Each cycle representing ends of eras
Rise and falls of dynasties
Men of the day who are vowed to be remembered
Become distant memory
And eyes flicker open and then fade shut
'Till stars, as our company, are met
Birthday to death bed, babe to elder
In the rise and the descent

A kiss blown in the quiet wind,
With thoughts of you at heart,
Carried aloft by seagulls,
Every journey has a start,
Handed off to Albatross,
Headed out to sea,
Far beyond my vision,
A journey this must be,
Dropped gently upon an oceans crest,
Riding high upon the wave,
A gentle kiss,
Turned a million bits,
Into a salty spray,
Gathering in gentle wind,
It re-forms into a kiss,
And flitting through your open room,
It lands upon your lips.

I don't remember, any more,
The exact shape of your hands
As I held them in mine,
Caressed them,
Memorized the length of your fingers,
The depth of your calluses.

I don't remember, any more,
Exactly your height, how much
Taller than me
You were, where
My head rested on your chest
When you held me tightly close.

I don't remember, any more,
Your scent, when we lay together
Creating our own
Magic rhythm,
Matching our heartbeats as we
Touched the sky, together.

I don't remember, any more,
The sound of your voice, calling
My name as though
It were a song
Within itself, a precious treasure
You valued with all your being.

And I don't remember, any more,
The color of your eyes, the shape
Of your lips,
Only...
How your eyes crinkled at the corners
And your laugh, as you told me,

"I love you."