Frank James Ryan Jr (FjR)
' Emeralds And Black Diamonds...
Lie down lass, with me, in sage green meadows
Your blouse flouncing open, in the teasing breeze
The meadows, feel so cotton, this time of year
Come lay beside me lass, and sense the softness
Open field, sweet honeysuckle....arouses my yen
For passion 'neath th' sparkle by th' mid-noon sun
No clouds abide our scape of choice, to pleasure
An', again I ask you lass, come lay you down by me
Come close my love...these hungry emerald eyes
Beg to stare into your warm, black diamond eyes
Take my hand in bond, my lov', as I assure you
That emeralds and ...
In Search Of Forever...
Time, Space and the number of Stars
incubating on the far-side of reach,
moving like the white-caps of Bering,
because water is lighter than fire,
because someone, somewhere created this system
of abbreviated existence-
that continues to boggle the mercurial minds,
of believers as much as it once delivered