tears of joy tears of sorrow they’re all the same
to leap across fond responses
to offer solemnity
I speak your name in everywhere to blossom
you are my early spring robin
to bring the warmth that hasn’t been
we talk talk like honey bees that spare the sting
in touch with much we love so much to hurt no more
of everything I’ve asked of you you give me more
in any case we rush to race a gift of grace
to see your pretty face again once more
at my nesting place where you may rest restore
my heart is healing with your feeling
the creation meaningful bright
you give me light refresh my life
as nothing could before
I miss you day and night
I love you baby blue
as the night dreams of day.

regard the harmony
stay under wraps
a gentle nap would do you good
to sleep and let
the day so pass
as subtle rain on the sense of strain
it is your birthrite
the ritual tribunal
music tuneful
nothing to fear
beautiful artist
in quiet repose
pieces of mosaic
make up your tapestry
i your humble witness
happen upon the blessing
to meet you in your finest hour
when love brings much reward
i a friend forever
feel the warmth from your candle
i would walk a mile for a mammal
just to thank you for your smile.

I hear the lull of a lure in lullaby milieu, hesitate a borrowed fate
to remedy a memory seen where you’ve been, unheard to know harmony
occurs with windows of the spirit,
a mirror of history, recording the path down back ally ways that climb
like a cat to the top of the stair starved imperfection at the very
mention of her name without question that lead me to pools of
aquamarine cool water fresh pure clear as those sparkling deep
gray/blue eyes that well up with tears to sympathize my humble
cries-looking for a sunrise to brighten the day, forgive me my lies I
know not what I said, empty your anger and I will do the same, open
your heart let go of the pain, I humbly ask God to remove all defects
of character-I walk
in the pouring rain of tears loving from afar so many
years I am sorrow you are golden, words are flowing
to the depths of my soul I am broken, you remain soft spoken, the girl
of my dreams I reminisce, shy as an overcast sky.

conquest is a panacea of the past, in lives too lost to last..
to conquer my pompous mask I can’t face the waste I trash.
lashing out will not bring peace nor light or love so sweet,
when next that we should meet I pray to be back on my feet as cool in
summer heat with no thought of defeat-
open to the golden rule with time to share our weathered cares and
turn the other cheek, let me hold your hand and mend as we walk the
way back when.