Some thoughts of winter I've recalled,
and what it meant to us.
It meant for one thing bundling up
to meet school’s morning bus.

It also was a time to spend
in scratching out our names,
as well as hearts and other things,
on frozen window panes.

Of coming in from out of doors
all frozen through and through,
and sitting close to fire place
our whole day in review.

And listening to those hissing sounds
steam radiators make,
heard while lying in your bed
'til sleep could overtake.

Distant purple plateaus seem so clear
Over ruddy hues of russet tans so near.
Endless undulating desert’s sand
Roasting in nature’s low geoid pan.
Sunburned sages droop under the heat;
A little shade from a lonely mesquite.
All this under a vast blue shroud,
And a single white billowy cloud.
Just a puff that is so desolate---
Perhaps searching for a missing mate.

In the land of make-believe, I've been told
A beautiful princess doth dwell, oh tell
Its not for me to inform, not so bold
by all accounts shes a damsel, so swell
Oh, her skin so fair, could be transparent
the countenance of a mischievous child
narrator of this tale, love apparent
Obvious, enchanting girl him beguiled
Ah, his listeners curiosity piqued
to find her, compulsion, an aching need
this princess was in every nook seeked
some put a bounty on her head,the greed

Ekaette, rounded and complete
Paragon of African beauty
A lone daughter of Monsieur Morgan
Adored by many as a model
He was the father I never had

Ekaette, lady to the core
Cool and calculated in her ways
Groups regretted you weren’t a man
But you looked after your father’s house
Cared for the sick and raised their spirits

Ekaette, Florence Nightingale
A guiding seraph when in dire need
Mere seeing you, I fantasized love
I was shy and young to say the word
You were at hand, like my real sister

Cold icy breeze
Coming off the lake
Boats slowing down
Trying not to wake

Arriving at port
Pulling up to dock
Enters a man
Late 12 0 clock

Body is shivering
Standing there alone
Hearing a bell
Set an evil tone

Heavy steps sound
As nothing walks by
Looking up again
The eyes don't lie

Thought I saw
I never could tell
Maybe a ghost
Straight out of hell

Into the shadows
So silent and still
Disappears the man
Just like an Erie Chill

Oh, love
I know not how
The Heaven’s above
Breathe that vow
In which all life,
Sings without care
Sweetness in the
Palpitating air
When shall it rain
Down from the skies
To relieve the yearning
Of my deepest cries?

eye?
eye you say?
oh eye oh eye?

eye have moved forward
only eye can perceive
your eyes flicker toward
sight with eyes all on
he

eye have taken your eyes
where they belong to
me!

and eye am what they,
your eyes,
yearn to see!

oh eye am in your eyes
you see
as one who lies
and flies with misery

and eye let your eyes
lie with my lies
and eye forget
how shy
how wry
your
eyes can
be
when
eye…….
when
eye….

With my every aching moment
and with every breath I take,

I can even feel her near me
which I believe is not a mistake !

Because I know in my heart of hearts
she's out there looking for me, too!

The problem we seem to be having is
certainly nothing that's considered, new;

Down every hallway, history has completed
the answers will be lieing somwhere out there;

sometimes the shadows will end-up camoflauging things,
so the playing fields may appear to be unfair

Pouring into night
heat and cool rest
to blend

A smell
abstruing sense,
wearing of day,
sliding into an envelope
sent to shadow-lands,
I submerge to rest
in jasmine,
glimmered to dream
slung in a hammock,
bedazzled in the fire of illusion,
I lay in wonder of the cross

the river holds its curve
felt by the urge
this push from the chrome stream dream head
pulse rush race
turquoise slick tile

old grout with its black
lick of mold

with vacant slits of black

torrents of current
stroking tangled darkness
the raceway to the open
whorl
the drain to slip away
the room of rain

wishes misted on the glass
heat and steam
and dreams falling fast