we did feed, on pine cone nibs
wild onion and garlic under a lonesome willow tree,
we fed good on unconditional love,
woke up with sun listening to doves
and Mulberry trees grew all over us a ruby
red berry fed us  then
in an unconditional like love
ourselves giving  in to the shade
the dream of a willow tree providing us
magnificents cool on a hot day,
breezes wound us up and deposited us like
dust
on a fertile field,
wrapped around nature wrapped around
each other
then.

I had a dream, but,
  awoke into half-conciousness and continued  on,      
           psychedelically candy visions,
where lemon trees grew apples,
            weeds were harvested to smoke:
the skies there, never black, were
                              blacklighted with Ultraviolet,
your face glowed with moonlight!
   eyes were shining bright with hope-
               televisions gave the news, that Peace
was sold on every corner.

            Then, I ran and leapt- like gravity had not been discovered yet!-
I guess, I had caught a vision of Heaven, then,
    woke up!

Clouds wind floating
    into the trees tall climbing
spires and pillows
     blend
I lay down
     to take them in,
Feel the Earth revolve.
          feel the breeze.
Atmosphere.

I am always seeing the seasons changing
the hottest summer breeze fall leaves
cold winter snows spring roses
dawns and darkness
crimson ochres
grasses green drenching
clear drop rains, ice and cold,
turning reds and oranges fallen leaves
your eyes being the clearset
green of forests the scent
of wintergreen freshness of a lucky Irish lad on spartan turf seeing
his love. His four leaf (c)lover.