Not a place, in anyone's heart.
I'm an introverted man.
So no friendships to start.

My smile is heavy.
I'm a lonely man,
My mood is steady.

I'm a melancholy man.

It's how I was raised.
Less than a man.
My spirit, locked in a daze.

I'm not trying to be a snood,
So don't be offended.
I'm not intentionally rude.

I'm a melancholy man.

My trust isn't easily extended.
Your kindness will be my friend.
There's love & kindness within these mended fences.

A melancholy man, I am.

Cicadas and katydids are calling
Breezes blow in from my open window
Roses are blooming and leaves are falling
The moon's rays hitting my lawn look like snow
Owls are singing from majestic trees
While sweet Bluebirds are sleeping in bushes
Night dances through the softly blowing breeze
And Midnight silently the world hushes
Dewdrops like jewels shine on roses sweet
And the stars twinkle all through the calm night
While the Fairies dance on enchanted feet
And the moon happily shines very bright
And I under my warm covers doth sleep
Until pretty morning brightly doth peep.

*~Marian~

I was concerned
When friends told me
'Love is blind'

Well, why was I
One to worry?
For what they said in church

They taught to me
'God is love'
I paid attention in math

See, if God is love
and love is blind
then God is blind

Now it makes sense
For so much to pass
Why good don't last

And to why we're flawed
It's clear as glass
For God blinds us all

The dandelion sunset,
over the hills of golden grain.
The flowers in the fields,
and the grassy plains.

The whispering wind kisses,
the side of my face.
There's no where I'd rather be,
than this place.

The rain,
oh the rain,
how it races from the sky.

The sun,
will shine again,
its rays warm and bright.

The falling leaves,
float down from the trees.
I love the buzzing,
of the bees.

There are many shapes,
in the clouds in the sky.
Can we admire them together,
as they go by?

The rain,
oh the rain,
how it races from the sky.

The sun,
will shine again,
its rays warm and bright.

Don't let me go.
Don't let me go.
Don't let me go.
I promise I won't let go.

The rain,
oh the rain,
how it races from the sky.

The sun,
will shine again,
its rays warm and bright.

Diaphanous silk skirts glide gracefully around tiny ankles attached to perfect legs.
And the string quartet plays in the background.
Strong hands encircle a tightly cinched waste
And breath brushes against a neck.

Then the clock strikes midnight or the alarm sounds.
The spell breaks, totalitarian reality invades.
And dreams flutter away, evasive and light,
Like diaphanous silk skirts.