I will always never
Need to be askedYou
Wondering eyes
Serene skin
Soul on-point
Down-to-earth
Convicted of glory
Lovin’ the truth
Knows-who-I-am
Earnest genius
Preacher boy
Stoic sovereignessNeed to be asked
To invest in you
Half New
I saw me at midcentury
Wearing race car red
Was I alone
I do not know
A swing in my shortish skirt
A flip to my hair
And sparkly Mediterranean eyes
Who’d dare trudge down,
Head first
With me
To the mystical waters
Just for a blessing
Some rocks
And sandy feet
Someday Sunday
Northbound perhaps?
With the cold for your friend
Would that you’d walk
To the end of the Earth
And fall straight-away
For all that you’ve cost your heart
With the wrong kind of noise
Then the most silent voice
Could continue in peace
To champion somebody else
Standing There
What to do with these eyes
Stricken since soon after birth
This beaming
Grin
Staccato-broken by battered hope
These ruining that
Silken, star-reaching
Silhouette
Who is thee
What to do they both wondered
Go: A Haiku
…and I’ll find my way,
striding on the energy.
Nay -dancing, on it.
It follows
I can’t
I cannot
Not unless you kiss me first
First I must search your heart
Your heart-filled walk I have watched
Watched for years, I say
“Just Whistle”
Birds nests in our hair
Stardust in our eyes
And the smokiest unison voice
Is all they’ll find
In the morning
Roaring
Vast and high and great
My expectations in Him
Bring forth the day, then
Engagement
I will share on the eternal until ashen
That you know as fact and not rumor
Your care, your voice, your very soul
You
Are not cordially, but most personally invited
And the honor or your presence requested as necessary
from the field
Maybe you have a jagged walk whereas I sway
Lumber closer Love and when I catch my breath
Let your arm find its rest ’round me
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