I figured if Shakespeare can write a hundred than I can too.


I loved the girl who lived next door to me.
Her eyes were blue and clear and sang with joy.
She was the sun, the grass, the trees, and stream.
Her hair was blond and bobbed just like a boy.
Then something happened or was it just fate?
The summer ended and the snow began to fall.
The Garden froze and ice locked up her gate.
Kids’ icy jeers piled up the labyrinth’s wall.
The schools and churches crammed our time of play.
We boys formed clubs; girls spoke in secret codes.
The flowers froze; exuberant dancing went away,
And natural feelings morphed to vaudeville shows.

The dragon stole the treasures of our life.
Until you lift her veil, her love will die.


2 (In Progress)

Red Wave Petunias flowing over clay,
All things can open up and show their light.
A life becomes transparent in warm May.
Transparent to transcendence born from night.

The feet the eyes extend their greeting smiles
To Father Sun and Mother Sea of dreams
They feel the music sibling Wind breathes miles
On body, bread of child drowned God by streams

It is the night we met the ring of gold
we danced and sang in water of the womb
A coming waterfall that draped us cold
Where fish of heart dive in the unseen room

We left the sea and swam by singing songs
Up to the Sun whose rays were open arms.


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