Written on my heart forever is your name.
And when I search this heart each night,
in sorting out the day, I'll find it there.
I’ll hear it softly whispered from my lips.
In that whisper I will see your smiling face,
smell the fragrance of your perfume,
feel the touch of your hand in mine,
taste the sweetness of your lips,
remember all the things in life we shared.
And when the angels finally come to carry me away,
God will know how much I loved His special gift to me.
For written on my heart forever,

She wakes beside me every day
and stumbles from our bed
her hair all mussed, eyes full of sleep.
She's lovely as the day we wed.

Though many years have passed us now,
my hair has grown both scarce and white,
when I see her I still behold
the girl I met one summer night.

And I still like to look at her
she makes me laugh and smile.
When I tire and my bones ache
for her I'll go on for a while

To Infinity or Beyond, Perhaps..

Infinity’s a word spelled out by man,
never used for the beauty of a child
Most used when we don’t understand,
as in tiny infants, are they infinately wild?

A simple context I’ve used just to start,
I wonder if I’ll find many who’ll follow.
Teals swim on water leaving a pure heart,
for them it means their loves not hollow.

Lenore Re-visited
( with apologies to E. A. Poe )

Orchid petal silkiness annihilates my mood
and I am but a beast within a cage
cooling fingers touch me with the tenderness of prayer
leaving me to deal with fading rage

So many times I have seen you,
in my dreams
without out wearing anything
as many times
you must have seen me too,
in my pure nudity

yet you love me.
that’s what a wonder I see
will you like to be
as in my dreams really,
or would you love to daily scream,
along with me

Oh tell me,
Oh tell me,
do say so please
why do you come so often
only in my dreams

Come during daylight hours.
make me your real dream...
come now,
let's both together
yell and scream!

I caress the black
leaning into its soft
velvet hold, hoping
to blind the agony

but,
the reflection of my sadness
overwhelms and sickens
I swallow nails with each gulp
food carries the stench of death

uncaring of a torn psyche
I continue to look back
searching my mistakes
rehashing every word

with each glance at our end
a slice of sanity is lost
and consistently shaking
my anchor is breaking loose

drenched
a seasoned brocade
of sandy shorn terms
worn vestments
and dipped warm
chrome eschewed
through to the
terse brass

vineyard palette
on sardine gunwales
brackish mud
on iron anchored
ideals

drawn eye with
a least effort
like a white wing
on a pacific
notion
the pure cloth
of a dress
not comforting
the thigh
stretched in
an undulation
in sails of wind

What are you doing on the floor in animated
conversation with someone else, while the
music plays and the bodies twirl with
each measure, steps taken not alone, every
hand a pair in embrace, why don't you enjoy
this human harmony with me? You are downstairs,
and I, I'm up here, studying you as though you were
an interesting specimen - a thing to be adored
and untouched, why? I am unmasked, and all
intentions are revealed in my eyes and the folds
of my face, I should hide behind something,

mourning woe
wound in its sinister thorn blend
a room with embers
for exertion
the cold fuel of romantics
that you pressed against me
like a damp branding

slipping into love like
a comforting dress
winter as moving as
a funeral motorcade

the smokey eyes
the dark shade at
the corners of a plump
angels mouth

eyes full of stars
like wishes
broken from the
dream
in a mirror burst
the sun on all the
shards
beneath footsteps
of pained dignities

The Second World

The space vast and pure
It was so full
Pulsing life and love
Within dwelt a Spirit

It was so hard to be
As an entity moving free
Was there a purpose
Did it mean anything?

I could answer my questions
Yet held back in awe
There all around
Like energies flowed

Soft light forms
Thoughts of all things
Surrounding images
There was the meaning

Simple yet hard to find
A purity that swelled
Then the reality coalesced
Everything was here