Eye Of A Gibon Poem by Michael Walkerjohn

Suddenly then, let he go
wandering, mind filled
miracle is he
Her, fluttering' amidst
these graceful trees
causing curious feelings;
within his whole no longer
could her essence face this emotion
shown in the inquisitive
smile of her face Volatile confusion
the eruption of inner sensing
as pair, in life's flight; erupted
in passion' wild fight these lava'
as expression's delights; spread
an overflowing "evening thang" through
their veins; setting ablaze their
craze of this, in burning eyes, and
parched lip' gasps, an unintended
thirst did so arise; and in this fleeting
moment's lapse, an hour' pass occurred unseen…
Season' vary, blossom' tarry; when the
spirits call is held on heaven's stoop
and not realized as an individual's worth
once bought by time, and trial, and living's
errors… Speaking' heart; an un-thought word
or words untaught and murmurings simple, as is
love's first kiss and in the throes of highest
consciousness this instance wrought…
Silence only quells the conscience;
in return, life's winds begin that howl
and swept away is all of time to a
destination of one's tepid wonder or tripping
understanding misstep! or from a providential
guide, he and her collide above this
luscious, tropical jungle canopy wild!