White Paper cups,
Brown liquor,
Late night conversations
and early Sunday ***;
Perfection is what we say it is.

While The Day Away,
Dance The Night Away,
Make A Wish Upon A Star,
This Time, I Hope You'll Stay.

The poet is a master deceiver
And a hopeless optimist.
Searching far and wide,
Reaching beyond what the oceans
Have to offer

To find glowing words
To string together,
Forge a beautiful sentence:
A stanza. a passage. a poem

Describing the most deepest of pains
In elegant, haute words
Potent enough to ****** strong Samson,
And deceive wise Solomon.

I know not whether he knows it,
But the winemaker is not impervious
To the effect of wine.
Perhaps -like us all he - too, is deceived

Children playing in the open field,
Aloof, a mother lovingly watches on
My dreams fulfilled