wolves shed tears, howling moonlight cries, echoing fireplace writing, reflecting old flames in my heart, rekindling memories, drifting old feelings deep, thawing when I too howled tears, crying at the moonlight, sobbing
Jutting up from earth's lower jaw a Jagged mountain tooth slices higher and higher leaving me in utter shock and awe at the slashing upward mighty rock spire
Your eyes close as you go slack I lean in as you arch glistening back We're getting close one or two more should do Then in exhaustion I finally collapse into you
The clubs are my brushes the courses are my empty spaces Coloring with wide draws and drooping fades I sweep in a birdie as my friend counts his paces I yearn for the roars and the smiles on their faces
When I was young and a day was thirty six not twenty four Now I am done in nine I wish I could play more But tomorrow I will paint on a new canvas with a new score Some say it a nice walk spoiled, I couldn't ask for anything more