In the moonlight of heaven I see you floating on notes of no beginning, no end. Taking that farm boy’s arm, going where your feet just wanna go, going to some ‘natural fun’...
Thinking of a life lost in tones of forest green and what could have been, I know what it means to get down, get down where there is a lively funky sound. ‘Ipsimama’, ‘ipsimama’.
Time, in all dimensions doesn’t recognize the ‘genius of love or its love maven. It just tick tocks, tick tocks until ‘hiditihi, hipitiho’ ‘bohannon’, bohannon’, the music stops!
Aztec Warrior/redzone 5.30.16
.... thanks for reading.. this poem was written for a good friend at another poetry site, so I hope you all like it as well... enjoy the music link: "Genius of Love"