When it's your time, go
We all know how you like it so
with that pretty yellow ribbon tied in a bow

I LOVE YOU, you'd say
in the sand, by hand, with care
that spot, every day

Walking back roads home
Hearing mallard men chirping
near pretty hens row
where all the lone green heads go
to find love on back roads home

I'll whisper your name
my last act of devotion
my final exhale

These battleship chains
like giant redwood roots, anchors
this boat in your port

Can you feel my flame
No flicker, roaring raging
Passion, my heart burns
Engulfing old dead blazes
Building torches held for you

Palm tree fans swaying
hammock rocking in good time
waves reaching my shoes

Purely magical
late last night, purple, yellow
mostly greenish light
Above me dancing, dreaming
Igniting flames of the heart

Gin blossoms headache
Burst capillaries inside
Rooting deep,  to guarantee
Good time gin tonic parties
Having to wait another night

Love is getting strapped
on Wile Coyote's back
atop an acme
hand made rocket perfect for
maximum chaos in seconds

that lonely swing
me pushing you in the park
into setting suns
fading heat our shadows grew
burned memories for ever

Roaming desert scapes
waterless countryplaces, searching
Your eternal springs
bursting forth in full bloom
Painted in Apache plume

catching a note of it always
takes me back, magically,
to young summers, younger loves,
when Tom Petty ruled
you were my American Girl
dribbling off John Cougars
Bobby Brooks in my small town
worlds away from here and now
might've been on Pink Floyd's
The Dark Side Of The Moon,
with Ziggy Stardust and
The Spider From Mars
so far a single note takes me
when turning round the dial

poor gnome all alone
his garden partner stolen
who steals garden gnomes

lingering last kiss
thoughtless in wonderful bliss
laying next to you

rain drops on tin roofs
soothing this painful heartache
empty pails filling

Flashes, magic light
instant frozen memories
forgotten places,
faces, friends, family forever
captured in precious photos

mountain high glaciers
as blue as the sky above
feeds her swollen creeks

whispy green rivers
in our countries northern sky
bring romance to night

grizzled beasts feeding
as salmon swim to their fate
wolves ever present

mushing sled dogs run
racing anchorage to nome
heritage recalled

our final frontier
In McKinley's great shadow
wild free Alaska

never giving up
persistence personified
Wile E Coyote

with warmth i recall
our heated beach rendezvous
carefree dune romance

the sand surf and sun
walks hand in hand to earth's end
wishing it wouldn't

until the next time
safely in my winters warmth
cayman nights rewind

broken ocean glass
jagged edges sanded smooth
found glistening blue

All that little chick needed
When she tumbled from the nest
Was a helping wing to guide
Her to whats best

But birds while unrestricted in flight
Cannot do this and thus the plight
To pick up the bird and lift her to her
Righteous held place soaring freely into
The cool
Alaskan night!

******* laughed today
Would'a bet the farm he was gone
Sure as shoot, he's back
Swiped my springtime glee, covered
summer frolicking in snow

I see your eyes in the coral clear seas
Shades of aqua green memories
As I drift away on your shifting tides

destiny determined
onward to eternity
pacific kings spawn

never stopping time
slipping through grasping fingers
wrinkled through ages

something magical
witnessing another sun
setting so slowly

it's these most real times
when my boogie man arrives
peace in you, I find
midnight coffee, moonlit eyes
assuring me all is fine

I hear the sad procession slowly wailing
Mourning jazz lightens the steamed heavy air
How queer for them to dance that way
Thunder roars on their own parade
Acting somber tears fueled by  bourbon
on a worn out and too well known street
It's beauty sadness and life ending this somber
Way, but alas the 'Brella is show, no rain today

From the heights of ever rising tower peaks
To plummeting depths of fertile valleys below
The spring of life is always gushing forth  
From south to north deep pools to shallow
Forever in rhythm and tied by this land hallowed
revered and worshiped in her Paradise Valley home