to accept you were created
knitted together by a higher mind
you will of course have to be humble.

the far edge of your love
rushes into me
like small increments of sugar
stirred into my coffee cup

it is the edge of things
i most desire

golden and violet clouds
settling just above the sea at sunset

the dive into the deep
green sea
and then the slow rise to sun

the far edge of your love rushes to me
like smoldering embers
waiting to be the fire once more

it is the edge of you i most desire
like the end of a ridge looking down
into the clouds below

the far edge of your love
rushes into me
and it is the edge of your love i desire
the perfume of pale blue flowers
the elusive summer captured in your smile
and l'appel du vide

palletized and shipped
all sorrows stings;
sailed on a ship of winds.

Lawrence Hall, HSG
Mhall46184@aol.com

               Quatrain on the Death of a Cow-Hippie Head-Banger

He was good. And I miss him. His funny hair
His high-intensity eyes, his love for life
The way his guitar was made a part of him
The heart of him, each chord a gift to God