Charming ghosts idly float in my brain
And smile as they twist around
All my poetic thoughts
Like a curving, foggy road.
My heart is not pure like a King James psalm,
But you can hear and see me weep to God
When the predawn streets are empty
Except for broken beer bottles and myself.
I’m a crazy coyote in love, and sometimes
Every girl looks as beautiful to me
As Joni Mitchell singing
Something lyrical, tenderly and sweetly.
Uriah, gaze into the face of God with praise,
Exquisite happiness is on the way,
Shortly you will kiss a delicate feminine wrist
Wearing a golden bracelet as a mystical amulet.
A W E S O M E..... W O R K.....U R I A H ! Gorgeous in every aspect& poetic principle, my good friend in true....This is the type of work that makes PH what it is & should continue to be....BTW: Great title to boot''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''FRANK
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Have you found that delicate wrist yet Uriah? Hugs, Dee