So we danced while the Moon skipped
across the sky.
With romance and all the jazz
You made this man come alive.
While slowly letting your inner colors
paint time while kissing the sky.

On a day of working a thought eased
into my mind, of a desire of holding...You
naked, while warming our bodies with wine.
A stolen afternoon laced in love.

Moving slowly like dancers of

So I drove to the end of the land,
while waiting for her call to began.
I sat watching the waves dance to the shore
as the gulls descend onto the sand,
my thoughts turned red into blue

The words sent me here... to this space,
I heard it was for one day as of
yesterday...and by the way who
passes the words?

Can't sing along while laughter
rings of the walls,

Do Poets stay here?
Or do they fly by means
to the outer edges where
the Sun laughed while chasing
the Night?

In the Night, the Poet wept.
of words he'd steal, to touch

Write the words for the
Clear mind that Cleans
the Mind which bares all...while
Stripping the Vanities and
leaving all exposed to the Clearness
of it all.

Write of the Laughter that

I want to Write to You, I want to Hide from
You but then I want You beside in You.

Oh how can I find the Light that shines
thru You or the site of the matters that

I like Sunday mornings...Listening & Playing
to Music, reading the Sunday paper and
watching the ChIldren play.
The days of past.

Sunday mornings or spent in silence,

Sitting in a West L.A. bar the words
spilled onto the napkin from the pen while
Waiting on Time...as
She danced from star to star while
singing one of My songs...yes

Did I mention to You
about how Your Love is
like Sunshine as it creeps through My window
of My Soul.

Happiness chased-Happiness caught while
Happiness declaring You are Mine...like

2day I'm like into the heavy parts of me...
Sometimes it's fun others it's like a cold
gray winter day...or like reaching out to
noone...or kissing with no passion...feeling

2day I'm like into the heavy parts of me...
Sometimes it's fun others it's like a cold
gray winter day...or like reaching out to
noone...or kissing with no passion...feeling

My words cascade from my soul, as the falls
of the river thru my fingertips onto the pencil; like the foam of life
onto the whiteness of the page...while she smile