To reveal my thoughts
That go round like a hill,
And bestir my love
Now motionless and still,
...
Like lovers' whispered thoughts
Smoky mist clings close against the tree.
Tall, shrouded building stand cloud-soft
And fog-kissed sounds of night are muted low.
...
I know autumn is a Shopclerk
With many treasures for sale;
October finds her hard at work
Crying her wares through woods an dale.
...
I Need A Song
To reveal my thoughts
That go round like a hill,
And bestir my love
Now motionless and still,
I need a song.
For butterfly wings
To softly hold my dreams
And to encompass
Love's provocative schemes,
I need a song.
To arouse my heart
And fan my desires
so they can expose
Love's enduring fires,
I need a song.