like my guitar
and your eyes
and the way you looked that night
and the stars in June
in the big Vermont sky
and the way my heart
always shined around yours.

Darkness hides the widows song.
As the pines utter a sweet melody.
Burried deep neath the evergreens.
Hold fast the roots of dreams.

Mama cries, a song of songs!
As the world forgets who belongs.
Baby sighs, as the memory dies.
Submerged in a quaint bath of lies.

Oh but the mystery of dark.
Hidden as the devils embark.
Silent screams on deaf ears
As witness bears through the years.

From the darkness the soul creeps
As from the night, hope rings a peep.
Gentle, mumbling words stutter
For the truth will make you shutter.

Pleading words stab the heart.
From the bones tears depart.
Breathless gentle pleas.
Lost in ever deepening seas.

A final word upon rubber knees
Please! please! please!

Every morning she meditates
while I embrace my arts
The gardener come to each of us
to water these inter parts..

My guitar is a bright bronze
As she connects to golden truth
My poetry silently resolved
In hues of silver blues…

If you listen to the wind
or wave’s upon a shore
the music of the sphere
has wisdom at its core!

The calling is quite clear
“wake-up the time is here”
No don’t go back to sleep
In the materials of the meek

Rise and shine
with your true kind
Claim your human needs
Take a moment outside of time
Let yer enter guidance lead!

What are your feelings asking you?
Your heart is on the line
Hear the greater calling
For we are all divine!