In my reality, I immerse
And grasp the daisies
Hold forevermore, unrelenting
Until the world is no more seen
As something man is renting.

Weathers unnerving tempo
Draws ****** of livid bright
Drawn near though mad and slow
I, man of mere human might

Gazette it as life to death
Not so, we must choose
Appear ahead, loved and left
Of our own deeds we shall lose

At edge
Salvation yearned to lay
Yet as I
Not for gentil day
May legs embrace the stone bay
And blind be you
Turn, see blindingly

Anxious flowers of petal dreams
It left clear sight
But man of north bound feet
Stills language of pain and might
Agony and strife bleeds sanity neat
Forgetting how it was
A lake blooming paradise and domain
Yet all guided death to love

I bought a knife, lighter of Vienna
A suitcase of plaid
And left life at times light
Greeted day in car and was
Greeted family with absence

So I left
Homer and his interpretations
Only his words and my mind by side
A passenger of wool and barley
So through window the sun shall rise
Lied, how I left life in stride of day.

When quiet she is summer
a swift breeze strolling through words of mouth
to love of mind

When angry winter has risen
From ashes of love torn might
So might I love her until torn
Is day as sleet rips at its seems

For her beauty is well worth all

The scent of deaths day
Shall stall man in step
A scent of such odour
Little society of the crowned
Shall lose order

The sound of heavens pearl
Will tame gaunt thiefs, hark
Speek in hush, hear the oil painted
And a voice of innocence attempt
Escape of a soul long tainted

The sight of distressed dirt
Ultimately silenced man in word
Inevitable,indescribable once there
For we are not to give, share
But to be gifted a time past earth

Fret no more my loved one
I see sky and soil in a miles embrace
Let there be no race
For our time is out of reach
And death we must all face
Yet no mere mortal has won
So don't you fret my loved one

Timid be wind floating above
Gentle as light litters eye
Though no longer
Once so, so must deny
And do not yearn past;
but what future has done
So fret no more my loved one

Found in Eden as love lives
"Let it live!"
He screamed
"Let it!"
Feet brush grass
Swirling in style yet seen
Peak of eye by brook and burch
As it were spoken
"I've heard"
He called
Yes, in church
Yet dividends runs dry
Though it shan't matter
When where he lay
In the garden
No
No, in Eden not so
And perhaps this is heaven
Not of where, who more so
Is there at times ending.