If you had wings and made your eyes
Glisten towards the mornin' sky
I doubt that you'd have something much better
Amber strokes of fearless flight
...
Gather round the fires of passion
Through idle musings of the day
Transfigurate into night
And another moon of youthful daze
...
This old road this old road
I've driven several times
It's fine It's prime
But not in age time
...
Graves are peculiar stones
Every pest makes little homes
Crinkled in the cracked archway
In the corners
...
Tomorrow may never see
It's head o'er the horizon
When ships of old and men of myth
Meet world's end and fall from grace
...
It's a world away
Rubbin shoulders' and cheeks
With the humans dreams are made of
...
You blew as a sign
Like a diamond in my mind
You tread the air so divine
...
There are certain valleys I know
Ones with the pinecrest shaded peaks
Blanketing caps of white limestone
These things I know are pure today
...
To write in glow of past midnight gives thoughts
That shape and transfigure the medieval
Into the contemporary scene jot
Down on the keys that disclose one to appeal
...
I am a soul of the sea and a pilgrim beyond the west. Where the shore and the sand meet is where I reside and pen the rouge impressions of this life.)
Winged Migration Fantasy #6
If you had wings and made your eyes
Glisten towards the mornin' sky
I doubt that you'd have something much better
Amber strokes of fearless flight
With two left wings that make a right
A repudiation of guilt for each other
Overhead the birds you see
That hang floating over the sea
Sleek with gesture but suppressed in weight
The sly mistake of envy finds
A way to permeate in minds
Of those who gaze upwards not forwards
But if wings
Could hie towards a peace
I'd rise and soar and sing
And if wings
Could migrate a dream
You'd only see a trace of me
Watch the hills now fade to black
And all the faces dare to mask
In darkness finding nothing of gain
Golden Daffodils whisper
The oldest stories of earth
Don't it feel lovely to get a grip
Wild times a lifetime daze
Dancing in the temporal haze
Don't humor the lust for tomorrow
But notice still the future chill
Craving still the true soul's fill
Not one that sees the world but feels it
But if wings
Could hie towards a peace
I'd rise and soar and sing
And if wings
Could migrate a dream
You'd only see a trace of me
And if you had wing that made one see
The woes of a great society
I'd doubt that you'd have something much better