Blue hills "which way?,"
Path pines, form sunset gate.
Blue hills " I love you babe"
Titan pines without sway,
Light from sky trapped in titan height,
The height of light fights the sunset gate,
Blue horizon " I love you babe."

Neath the pale and crescent moon
I saunter with the call of loon,
This haunting note through reeds on lake
Reflected moonlit ripples make.
I pause to ponder beauty stark
Of monochrome in Willmont Park,
In sillouhette of black and white
Through lakeside, rippled reeds at night.
Again the call of haunting loon
In silver light's reflected moon,
The chill air causing breath to cloud
My footfall crunch in sand, too loud,
Distracting me from beautious sight
Of moonlit lake on darkest night.
And yet again that haunting call
To conjour Willmont's phantom shawl,
Descending mist now brings the damp
Necessitating my decamp....
So.... with regret, I disembark
From gracious, moonlit Willmont Park.

M.
April 19 2014

I saw once in your eyes the dream of love,
A knowledge in the heart that pricked our tears;
And shadows were unwelcome as we strove
Towards a single pulse in coming years.

And when we loved that love was not unkind
To me or you; we have our hearts in hand.
Words one year ago now lovingly bind
Us still, forever ringed by a quiet band.

In years to come we'll weave a wealthy store.
Tonight unfolds a vision without stain,
A love that's pure, strong, living and much more.
There is no glass that will reflect our pain.

Our two hearts pledged in the same direction.
Our two lives fast in moonlight and in sun.

Heretics.
Bolsheviks.
Lunatics.
Kleptomaniacs.
All fronts.
Pretend fronts as
Friendly
Guises to disguise
Wiley acts of terrorism.

All tics like
Parasites
Stealing and *******
Fleas on festering
Flesh.
Breathing carrion
Breath.

Why inject your
Games with
Ungainly success.
Why such primitive
Unleashing of frustration
And repressiveness.