What makes you,
Each morning,
Reach for the words

Flown through ether
Across the ocean?

She feeds my soul

Your winsomeness and your sensual appeal
Take  me to taste you in real drizzling rain
Let us allow love and beauty to have the deal
Let us play love game without loss and gain

You want to conquer me and to annex terrain
I want to be under your command and control
For your sake I am ready to bear all the pain
My heart is totally injured just please console

My sweetheart love and beauty are but same
Please do not drag me on the scattered thorns
For your sake I am bound to take just all blame
My soul is just in trouble and my heart mourns

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow

THE SUN IS SHINING BRIGHT
IT'S EARLY AFTERNOON
YOU ARE A BEAUTIFUL DELIGHT

SITTING ON MY FRONT PORCH
I'M LOOKING UP AT THE SKY
IT'S CLEARLY A SIGN
A RAINBOW MOVING TOWARDS THE
HARVEST MOON

THE SUN IS SHINING
IT'S EARLY AFTERNOON
YOU ARE A BEAUTIFUL DELIGHT

YOUR SOUL IS SHINING
FROM YOU TO ME
HARVEST MOON, HARVEST MOON

PEACE I FEEL AT LAST
FUTURE NOT PAST
FORGIVE NOT FORGET
LOVE NOT HATE

IT'S CLEARLY A SIGN
OUR UNIVERSE MADE THIS DESIGN
YOUR SOUL SHINES  
LIKE THE HARVEST MOON

THE SUN IS SHINING
IT'S EARLY AFTERNOON
YOU ARE A BEAUTIFUL DELIGHT

YOUR SOUL IS SO FAR AWAY
ON MY MIND, IN MY HEART
YOU SHINE LIKE THE
HARVEST MOON

I can not find the letter mother left me four days
before her death. I read it once and then placed

it in a cardboard box like you might a dull
knife or a ******* tin. The letter is

a part me, like Van Gogh’s severed
ear was to him. I want the letter

like love or sight; the way bone
                               needs marrow.