Tame now, in the midst of
The forests limbs, strong bark arms
Brown like a farmers,
All round.

Oft comfort home is but dark settles lonely and she's out there spinning my dream the part of me that means love
I want to breathe maybe tomorrow
Her perfume of neck glory a scent
Of her hair my pillow is dry
And the journey long
is well worth it and time is going
To make better the end for both us
when I taste her desire
And I find the end of the rainbow
Nigh,  I will doubt me not, will
I not I the imitible nebulous precocious, I am mighty
undeterred by time or luck I'm
Focused, I'll begin a new country,
I will, or a very near universe,
A citadel on a hill
On mars If it takes that,
Or a newer brighter sun a sun
that shines love light like
beacons on blind lost souls
searching
for love on lonely
pillows

Less clear of the upper waters
More a bottom stirring brown
Around this bend in the woods amongst oaks garnished by moss
Where in the 1800's they say
A black man swung from this tree
And if you visit on the anniversary
You can hear him sing,
He sings, "long by the sins counting oh lord, I've seen your glory, about how men may be weak, men may be
Horrid, in times soon, dear Jesus,  
Alongside a stream, stirred up water around a corner, a man may see
Thy glory clear".
And it's rumored the song carries through the air like morning doves
On Easter, or doves Christmas morn.
Sitting here I hear, a squirrel in the swinging branches, scurrying left then right about his business clear,
No doubt there is a shadow to west cast dim, and from the high thick limb,
A ropes mark is left.
So man and tree are one now. And stream around the bend the water brown in remembrance, perchance, and the ground below always barren, the squirrels doing?
I guess.
In animosity mocking
Men's ignorance.

So, now i am nothing without you and I'm old braving wrinkles shorter years days gone quicker losing interest
In all else but you
Needing now like a starving beggar
On the corner of 3rd and main.
Sore knees a cold lingers my fingers
Drawing up
Just alone
It's 12:39
I can't sleep it's
Your haunting my soul
Not the tv always on or the last beer.
I think of you
In your bed
And me here
And how to make
Miracles happen.
Hope after hope
Glows then burns out drowned like the
Wick of an un-trimmed candle
But I know
that flicker of your eye I miss
And your kiss
And your sighs
if i hold out enough
Will
One day
Be mine
And burn bright

Then I guessed right telling you
You could keep your hat on peeking
at you with that new found sexiness
A beret pulled down over your left eye
hands on your hips leaning left that right hip sharp as a knife
A sly smile the picture
Of total sexiness
On my king bed

seductive
A vision
You made me fall in love

for once I knew what it was all about
The release more than
Just *******
The talk the kissing the interest the contentment
The total need, the wanting to spend
Mornings naked cuddled in sheets
On the couch crying
Watching "Breakfast at Tiffany's"
Again.  Even "Forrest Gump"
Totally comfortable to let you see
Me vulnerable. More than naked.
See my soul.
I turned you on to grits.
Was happy to see you like your eggs
Sunny side up
And bacon crisp,
We are so much alike.

And that look in your eyes as I was pleasing you like a mirror
face to face connected in body in
Soul in space in time in eternity.

Nirvanna.
I now know what
Peace is.
Thank you my
Eternal.