Upon her return from desert Vegas,
Like lizards kissing in the heat,
The rain drops poured so hard, how lovely again to hear each other’s heart’s beat
Upon our meet, and washed away the agony of the everlasting wait.
Upon her voyage from earthly east,
Within the beast between Pacific and Atlantic feast.
Flowers crying, in a vase soaking on the table,
For they did not meet,
The sunshine hidden behind clouds of darkness.
So vague the feeling from one’s love departure,
on voyage resumed by time ahead 3 hours.
The dreams came quickly, and time more distant,
if to the moment of her departure,
Yet I still could not touch her.
The carcass harking for a crow to feast,
of my safety I’m concerned the least.
For by her voyage I am not,
My mind does rigorous of thinking and succumbs to plot,
What is there, and what is not.
Through I grieve to think me lonely,
Even as much her look gazes in my heart, stonily,
The sudden energy passing through the wireless speaker,
Her voice traveling over to mine much meeker.
My mind compels me to the image,
Of what other’s gave to me by words,
That this time I have to fight with swords,
This sad place they never speak of ruled by lords.
How relentlessly I tried.
My heart for her safety cried,
Until my mind gave in to show,
a point in back of my head I fried.
The eagerness of her time next to mine.
My selfish understanding sublime.
Like tea was seasoned with thyme.
Instead of lemon,
Who’s there to blame on?
Then action of mind of mine.