Violet, in her blue dress
Of fresh, giddy dreams,
Flounces under waves of wind;
Twirling and bowing
To dandelion greens.

Throwing caution to the breeze,
Unveils her heart
With envious ease;
A natural flirt, and temptingly close
To feathery pink mimosa groves.

My heart has been captured;
It's beating it's wings
Against the bars of your presence-
And refusing to sing.

The nearness of you
Stops all singing, all breath;
It just wants to breathe you-
Live in you, till death.

My heart has been captured,
Too far from it’s tree.
It's no use now; it doesn't
Even care about free.

Transmogrified through the written word,
I see myself through his agate eyes;
Shall I take up then the sin of pen,
Transmute smooth paper
To invisible sighs?

Secrets suit him best of all;
A blackness from which ink disappears;
The word written down remains only a whisper,
The heart has it's stalwart lock and key
Which safeguards well it's timeless tales.

For he's the unturned phrase of a day,
Which empties deep into me my own;
And the faint, far echoes slowly returning,
For a thousand years:
Bedrock of my soul.

There are people to whom
all your words are just the pause
that's interrupting their own talking


There are others that see
the pearls and poisons of your days
as just another act that curtains rise and fall upon


But to some, we are like the lone bird
that's slowly disappearing against the farthest horizon
even as unseen worlds grow large inside of it

Have I forgotten, or will I forget
How to love you;
There, where the flowers kiss the earth,
Where the shade holds the trees rooted,
Where a single bird call can enclose the yearning
Of all creation.


The tranquil petal-faces bent, in the early evening gloom,
Stirring themselves to an effervescent breeze;
Ancient as dew fall on catacombs,
Where ancient Romans loved and lost,
Their earthly joys too soon flown.


Our fleeting reflections fall
Like evening mist over the lake,
And evaporate like a dream at morning.


And how insubstantial a dream seems
Once we've awakened;
Where flowers kiss and trees take root,
In their uneasy compromise.

I break precarious, upon your precious word:
The voiceless reason, dying goes unheard,
My heedless passions lying yet unfurled;
My thoughts, in none of yours paralleled-
I break; I break precarious, at one word.

You have the right not to look into Miranda's eyes.
Anytime you do look into Miranda's eyes,
Anything you see there can and will cause you to fall in love with Miranda.
You have the right to counsel on how to write a proper love letter to Miranda.
If you have no pencil and paper, they will be provided for you.
Do you understand this, as it has been explained to you?