I ,
yes I the traveller have long seeked the sun ,
moon and the clouds yet they again have slipped my gaze and only
darkness covers my eyes .
The story teller of the great God of  “IAm “ about his tales should I
tremble as I listened with many others in the great hall ,
Speaking of a God who one day even his patience will like sand
drift from his loving blood stained hands .

Begone with you for even i have to sleep and find comforts that no man should seek ,
let alone find , for the monsters of the deep loneliness , bitterness ,
and pride leave me captive in chains .

Sage if you see him tell him what might have been ,
and sorrys only purpose is love.

Please don’t burden me again with you’re story’s of woe my darkness is full of tempting visions and to sleep is to indulge .

What’s wrong with me my eyes are dim when they used to love the light and fair grounds with hymns and songs ,
tales from the book ,
the story tellers I must find and end this Blessed night .

Chain mail of Norman men rise from the river ,
skeletons of my past rattle like snakes in my head .
When in sleep do they arose me and darken my forest in this cold winters night .
Captive only to the light how my soul seeks rest from this
besieged fortress ,
dare I surrender to my foe ?

Holy Spirit freeer of the night thy captors await thee ,
for this tale must end in heaven or hell .
Look again the jailer comes and light once again must set me free .

And I hope when you find me
I'm still running wild
Lost
But freeer than ever
But only come looking
If your willing
To run just as wild with me.
            
                     A. DeCoil

From the first time I saw your face as a child of eleven

My first thought was O such perfection as an angel from heaven

My second time I saw your body as you stood at the side of the pool

My first thought was, to persue any other woman I'd be such a fool

The third time we were almost alone and I started to undress you but a voice said leave her alone

Then there was the forth time after so many years I came to your home in spite of my fears

Lucky for me your boyfriend didn't
Knock me on my ear

The fifth time you waited on my friend and I with a smile for which I thought I could easily die

My first thought then was I am not ready for your heart to win

And now after forty two years you came to me with a thousand smiles like the little winged angel I always thought of as freeer than me

Now I realize for you to be appreciated from a girl and a teen and a young woman so fresh and an experienced lover yet I have yet to undress is all good

Because I now have learned to cherish your heart and to become one with your soul is the first place to start.

O but I dream of the time that may come when we've shared every memory of love, pain and tears and every high and low of all of the years
that I longed to kiss that perfect young girl whom made time for me stop when you came into my world.