blanketed in a polar cold
woven by the hollow sun
the hibernating hills
dream of sultry days
and the return
of forsaken love

mention plagiarism

&

after research find it is

spelled so

to tell you it was just a friend
who did it often one way then

another

then they blocked me
nicely

permanently

so it goes

in a few words

james

Your heart a scenery, a warm breeze and the scent oft salty sea, seagull cries distant and not so distant, your hand tight and secure
on the railing of your ship. Yes, your ship. The wooden planks now clean and fixed, the mast upright, the wind blowing just about right.
Where ever this will go, you are, and this is for sure, the captain.

the golden age will start
when children of the father
and children of the mother
join hands in the realization
that they are sister and brother
all living lives of loving each other

and in seeing the beauty in all
ignorance and judgment will fall

and so let it begin
and let it begin with me

I read your lines
and the spaces
in between.
I read the signs
and know
by instinct
what they mean.