Andromeda

Before begins the countdown
A single opportunity abounds
Surely you see it

Before I seek a new galaxy
The last simulation
The door closing

Before bedtime today
Knock, You
I’ll deny the universe begging

Homecoming

Homecoming flowers forthcoming
Feel no absence of my hand
Neither plead with some clock that I’d take time
Nor beg my eyes to see them stay, faithfully

We dance simple, together

I take my vow to let them
Take my breath away
They take their vow to make me
Run happily home

No Mere Myth

‘Tis true, love is a madness
Yet not merely, tho’ entirely
And its abode a wrongful ill
Yet I, at home in love
Nonetheless


Original thought Credit:
William Shakespeare; “Love is merely a madness….”

Long Since Zen

Should any of self-proclaimed gods upon high

Be lying in wait for my feet to trip up

Be prowling as jackals for meat from my bones

Grow old you shall, ‘fore you find my will at play

Dementia and graves will be yours if you dare

Take me on for sport will you?

I cannot care