I have fallen from the lofty heights
of fantasy and imagination.    
Down thru clouds of memory,
and crashed to the floor
of the valley
of failure and disappointment.

On an early summer day
I brought wine and wild flowers
to your sun washed kitchen.

You turned and smiled your
"love you so..." smile and
pressed a fresh strawberry
to my lips!

Then you kissed me and
we shared the sweet taste.

Keep it brief, (the poem),
your advice to me.

And it's always for love, (your life),
and your writing must be.

But it's about you, (verse two),
I'm sure you can see.

Yes, I live there too, (love and lust),
our passions meant to be.

But you say it so well, (joy, or sorrow),
open and honest, your poetry.

If my words would say it, (better),
I could make you love me, as I do you,
breathlessly....

If I wrote a song for you,just what
would you do?
Think of me and smile, or just
humor me awhile?

If I sang of love and used your name
would you talk to me again?
Or frown and look away in pain

I know of all your fears,
but I've seen no tears, and
though you've had it rough,
you're good at acting tough.

Just how deep inside do you hide?
You let no one in and nothing out.
Could you share your pain
with someone you care about?

If I ask where you want to go
do you think you will know?
If I ask where you've been , do you think
you will tell me then?

Childhood dreams turn to dust,
and spirits die without trust.
It's so hard when none can see
the person you need to be.

If you let it all go, then you'll know
you have a life to live,
and then you'll know
you have a love to give.

If the time between us is not too long,
reach for me, show me who you are.
Gently, your soul and mine
shall intertwine.

If I wrote a song for you,
just what would you do?
Would you think of me and smile?
Or just humor me awhile?