Drifting petals stick to the
Waters of shallow relations

We made the sun envious
Of our heat that summer

Intertwined instead of separate
We realized the royalty of the middle man

June spread her cyprus colored wings
Revealing how life truly begins

And when Fall came
We saw the same

And with winter eyes witnessed
Snow chilled flowers relinquished

Black painted feelings transparent in the light
We feel
She feels
I feel
The coming of a new kind of loving bright

When the young turn to old
And the old let go of their hold
Their will always be a new dawn
Always another to write the song

Boredom through the depression
And depression
Through the boredom of life

Sometimes
There are no firecrackers crackling
Or any champagne bottles popping

Sometimes
There is only the mad silence
Of a thousand inching worms
Wet from a summer rain at high noon

Grey yellow window slats seem
Like the rusted bars of an animal cage

Yet I am free to roam
Free to live & be

But still know when I arrive home
That the slats will remain the same

Wooden table fire caught & splintered
Type at time holds no filters

Geniuses of the crowd bellow aloud
See the silver screen: gentle, pompous, proud

There is a distance from reader to writer
I am aim to bring the two closer

So the distance is not of that from
Earth to the universe

But close as the antelope on the plain
The unborn baby within the womb
Perfection of a comb running through hair
Water running rushing through city gutters or
Trickling from the faucet of a prison

When one wishes difference
They wish for conflict
Distrust
Death

A Separation of Man

Strive not to see the differences
Strive to embrace the beaches golden sand