I can sleep now
It’s late, or early somewhere and I’ve worn enough sets of eyes for the day
Uncertain eyes
Thankless eyes
Never felt quite right, though
So I got tired eyes
Now all that’s left
Remember whose I am
Then what green-gold glint
Comes fluttering back
Roaring, of course, but of your blinded eyes
Blinding mine
Tired still
Our table, looks like life got solved hereLocation: Frank Lloyd Wright Home and Studio; Oak Park, Illinois
Music first of all
That game
Of Life
I won
Back in late 1980-something
Which was
To be
For fun
You turned into a federal offense
Hear this
My rules
You’re done
You can no longer share My life
My time
Or be
My Sun
These ingredients
It is a new cup, a blessedly empty cup, staring at me
I thought I knew no thirst
There you stand, eyes upon me too
Teacher, mentor, friend
In full passion
Larger than life’s lessons, thus far
Red-hot tea kettle in one hand
Abundance in the other
And I, with great thirst, indeed, am ready to receive
