~                                When i sleep
                                 I am the ocean
                                   I am the sea
              I am winter wind through dying leaves
                  I am a bird that dives in the breeze
                            I am her as she is me
                     So when the light is to bright
                Close your eyes and dream of night
                   I am a ball that bounces down
                     I am an old merry go round
                I am the grass thats growing slow
                     I am a man with an old soul
                     I am the gentle autumn rain
              I am the winter when the dying begins
                               So hold me close
                                But not for long
                       soon enough i will be gone
                               I am not the grave
                           You dug in the ground
                              I am in everything
                                I am all around
             So when you wake In the midnight dark
                     Do not cry i am in your heart

Poetry is surely the finest wine
Its words most lavish *****
You get drunk with every line
By the end all sense you lose!

There’s no wine to cast more spell
Whiskey ***** gin or ***
So long in it your thoughts dwell
Soul suffers blessed delirium!

Ecstatic is the poetry’s fizz
The froth at the mouth of nib
Gushing out of passion unleashed
The kick with each falling drip!

Poetry is among the best antidotes
When I crave a drink or two
I inject its overwhelming shots
Pains melt to moistened dew!

By instinct, I deeply sense
the ocean moves of love,
in her heart and respond,
as if, by nature's prompt.
In each wave we combine,
as the force and water mass .