Younger Men wonder where my secret lies
I’m not hirsute or built on a weight lifting device
But when I start to tell them
They assume I’m out to dupe ‘em
...
The tombstones; acred hearts,
sigh in the shadows.
Each one, if but only love had loved,
and known it so,
...
Deep dark nothingness,
(empty, still):
so say the eyes that wander,
across the space between,
...
I sway in the gentle breeze
of Your life giving breath
with supple branches in the wind,
and shade all that come within my scope
...
The path was laid, the buildings built,
the cakes were baked, the clothes were made,
the cars went past on spinning wheels,
the shoes were stitched, designed and heeled.
...
There once was a bridge called space
which spanned the lands of time and place;
below that bridge called space, flowed love
...
She went far away, far over the seas,
my wife and my light and my glee.
She flew far away into the night
to a land of temples and tea.
...
The horse in the field breathes deeply
And looks across in my direction
As if asking a question, how long?
The birds sing an early morning litany
...
You are such sweetness in my mouth.
And a touching tenderness at my fingertips,
with an enchantment of scent that makes my senses real,
and reel with their heady intoxication of; just you.
...
Trying to let go.
Aspiring to let it flow.
Pretending I don’t think I know.
Waiting for nothing
...