• cornflower blue sunflower skies

    Byjucasso

    cornflower blue sunflower skies
    clouds daydream adrift to lift
    shade of gray a palest green
    allow the plow of yellow corn
    before the loss of cool in early morn

    fill farm stands to the brim with apples pears grapes-squash
    carrots turnips potatoes cucumbers tomatoes-the harvest approaches

    weather rough ground hard windy
    flinty skin dry eyes gritty
    sand storm lost in thought
    courageous parting with the past
    walk with me again on the beaches east end
    sit with me on the shore looking over the horizon
    it is you I am looking for at the end of every rainbow
    you hand me a paintbrush and you say paint it.

  • my friend

    Byjucasso

    my friend
    tide crash
    fish swim under the sea
    moon send wave pound
    as the heart feels free

    great the time it takes to know someone well
    I hesitate every pause
    to give you room
    shine brilliant moon
    under stars will mend
    hearts so close blend
    feel a new beginning
    willing in evening chill
    exercise a right of will
    turn to you still
    as Christ baptized by John
    how we carry on the burden
    under a forgiving sun
    the tiresome weight
    undo fate
    angel in a state
    borderline across the great divide
    I sense your thoughtful hand in mine
    I love you you are kind
    heartfelt in deed
    the chores must get done
    in sleet and snow and sun
    in wind that blow about
    the woman moved to yawn
    met by the dawn
    slept the night till
    early morn
    time map the quiet of day
    as a moon in tune with night
    a disk shine benevolently bright
    that she may find her way.

  • in the main

    Byjucasso

    cool moon loom cloud strewn
    bathe in the wave a stormy brew
    pick up the pieces of artifact
    dormant adornment renewed
    love forever resolves
    the heart of hearts is rock
    to waste not one minute longer
    fell the faint repose
    a scent of essential rose
    causes me to live again
    compose the pearls of prose
    to know you in the world
    meeting you on the apron of the proscenium
    applauding the prologue well writ
    hung lanterns like half moons the theatre is well lit
    I chug my mug drinking half the carafe
    no one laughs
    good humor seems a fault-old habits heed to halt
    the even measure of a tender talk
    insulted by the casualty of salt upon the broiled beef
    the look in eyes foretelling of their disbelief
    regardless of the hour a restless breath
    would you not care the heart would break
    a jealous death would take my soul
    in darkness rivers I to drown
    without the loveliness of you to find
    one crystal clear morning
    with love and drawing
    memories in mind
    encased in lace and gold finery
    in ancient places old fiery
    remembrance enfold a dynasty
    in weather cold and blustery
    spring chill the air is bold musty
    a pause to paint the plausible rain
    to let go of the worry
    as time heals all fury in the main.