I've been waiting,
Pre-moridally,
Like an ruthless disguise
Very much influenced by you,
You're personal response to whatever,
I can remember through you
Chasing dreams of naught nor sorrow,
Fallen on grounds of tender grass, and fallow,


Believe in me,
Or else I will dis-purse into something undone
by treason not Love,

Believe in you,
I must,
Or become a fragrant skim of challenged talk
and greed
Like silence I breathe

If this poem dies in your arms,
Or a piece of it drifts through,
the glades of time,
Please stop and drink this beautiful wine with me