journey taken with mystery wrapped
a poet sings on the plains of forgetfulness

dreams fill void on void on void
while a hand holds tight to love

many steps to travel and travel some more
sometimes to stumble sometimes to run

time returns to eternal love
as you sit and see the poetry in your hands.

The Hoodie Crows
'SQUARK' atop the roof
this is their valley.
all scraps belong to them.

Love bade me 'trust in my word'
'Come away with me to a deserted place-
and I will speak to your heart'.

solitude in constant bloom
flowers dripping from boughs
-fruit succulent swelled sweetness
the oasis within Winters chill.

adopted by love
loved from all eternity
lavished children

tapping on Heavens door
waiting with Angels
We sing another carol...