Lay thy dream in the heat of a swans pose
Tickle thy scent to a babies toes
Press thy taste on a breath of white fire
Wilt as wonder in a willows shire

Chase thy hunger to the lions eye
Flesh thy essence to an eagles mind
Spill thy will to a buzz in hive
Bottlenose swim in an ocean dive

A Sweet milk

can sour easy

in surp
of second thinking

as
dead

as life can be

Heart to heart romance
Or heart wrenching heart breaks
The only person I can write about
without a second thought
Is YOU!!

THE EVER ILLUMINATING LIGHT
FOR ME TO WRITE!!

I take
full responsibility

for how others treat me

This
I can control
That
I can not

The art of looking
in
to
at
and
for
no thing

until it finds you

Who can stay in this life longer than one can stay?

Beauty holds us no more than the mountain’s vista holds water to the riverbed.

As sure as springs and torrents must meander back to open sea, so must we return to our source.

When once I was a child quite young
I heard a silent song unsung.
Sweet echoes now it brings to me
Yet fruitless fruits they seem to be.

Look
at your thinking

before
you enter its meaning

The Great Storyteller
pens ink to the wind
Pressing pen to its paper skin
shredding its word on the taste of rain
its drip of spirit in deep refrain

A sweet scented memory
echoes and burs
A woe of regret weeping
high in the nest of its underworld

The humid mist of nostalgia
rests its net oer the black veil
Sinking its face to its deep blue belly
Its pale faint ***** in her sleeping beauty
claims its kiss to widen its wake