still yearn
for  waves
to wet my feet

still yearn
to reach an arm
around you

still yearn
to bluff you
to a kiss

still yearn
to walk sunshade
gardens with you

still yearn
for a wild
honey drip

the days sink
stone heavy

youth rolls up
its lush carpet

I still yearn
for you

Mess with a gypsy soul,
Even a black hole won't be able to hide you.
Their magic will slowly rott away what's inside you..
No chance to ever be set free...
Your soul was sold the day that you chose to cross their way..
You boiled precious gypsy blood,
Activating, inhaling the slow toxic poison..

THE ROSES slanted crimson sobs
On the night sky hair of the women,
And the long light-fingered men
Spoke to the dark-haired women,
"Nothing lovelier, nothing lovelier."
How could he sit there among us all
Guzzling blood into his guts,
Goblets, mugs, buckets-
Leaning, toppling, laughing
With a slobber on his mouth,
A smear of red on his strong raw lips,
How could he sit there
And only two or three of us see him?
  There was nothing to it.
He wasn't there at all, of course.
  
  The roses leaned from the pots.
The sprays snot roses gold and red
And the roses slanted crimson sobs
  In the night sky hair
And the voices chattered on the way
To the frappe, speaking of pictures,
Speaking of a strip of black velvet
Crossing a girlish woman's throat,
Speaking of the mystic music flash
Of pots and sprays of roses,
"Nothing lovelier, nothing lovelier."

The wolves howl
With the wolf of my heart
As I long to be free
No longer apart

To run through the forest
Under the sky
To hear the great story
Of creation and I

The tick tock clock of time begins to turn;
as you roll over the sun sends wisps of light over the horizon.
Your mind softens and stretches out,
reaching through your nerves, filling your body.

The sun now peaking over the horizon,
the light growing stronger begins to stir the world awake.
The early morning glow flows in, filling you with warmth
A radiance of mind
and body.