you can look at poetry
with a logical eye,
but you would miss
the message
with lack of wisdom.

Free love was a scent in the air
and the psychedelic illusions
of LSD ever present,
the strum of beautiful music
and poetic lyrics,
those were the years,
that was the 70's.

I once knew
an evil being.
His name
was Comparison.
He was shameless,
an unapologetic thief
of joy.

Tenderly,
you said "I love you",
we were to go to Europe
to begin again.

Do you remember
that disastrous plan?
Would you reconsider,
even if it drove us insane?

I miss that love,
so very much,
but do you?

Merely time,
five times that dawn will show itself
before the eve of battle,
and we will succeed
in the completion of God's will.

You and I,
we are seldom of like mind,
but only together
can we conquer this battle.