A Sonnet of Me
You asked that I write a song of me
And, humble, I could never think to be
So bold, so arrogant - if yet true;
But this is me, and of me, just for
Oceans of Mine
Birds of Love
Aching heart and rattled mind,
I seek a friend, and few I find
With open hearts and willing soul
I remember times of old
When love was easy, love was kind
And we
Simple Breaths
It was simple,
A breath,
And I slipped from now to then,
And I saw your face again,
And your face remotely yours,
As we stood before the doors...
It was simple,
A
Acquaintanceships by Night and by Day
I have been one acquainted with the night.
I have been lost in the depths of a vast universe,
Lost beyond the reaches of his highest height —
And whence his words rippled from
Fire & Water
Fire burns at your fingertips
Fire that leaps from your perfect lips
Fire that heats all of what I am
Fire that burns in your epigram
At length, you and I are endlessly