robbery
              shattered shell
you
              of darkness
are
              hollow now
bled
              stain not
dry
              but still
must
              wait for
you
              dawn and
save
              when through
me
              life lived
too
              you remain
tonight
              not mine
we
              embrace and
wait
              in silence
for
              we die

i looked into my memory of the days gone bye
days that i recall when there was you and i
the love we used to know things we  used do
all the special things times when there was me and you

i remember the moonlit night we walked a long the sand
counting stars above as we walked hand in hand
listened to the radio play our favourite  song
beneath the moon above we both danced along

im always thinking of you each and day
all the love we shared before it went away
now all i have are memories that i look back and see
of the love we  shared when there was you and me

maybe one day we can love again once more
do all the special things that we did before
walk along the sand count the stars above
like we did that night when we first found love

There are so many things to say
The admiration
And the adoration
But I can only give myself time
To take
The love you give me
You break me
And rebuild me
In an instant
You're a somber ocean in the summer
Even a gleeful spring in the coldest winter
Alive and flowing
With the free flowing breeze
You're a wildflower, too
Popping up out of the blue

somewhere floating in a breathless stream of consciousness
a beaded, encircled wrath made of twigs and thorns
minxes, all the treacherous traitors
pull the halo down, bequeath, quote the ongoing tale of the lonely
surrender

I wished to visit

the Louvre

to see the Mona Lisa painting.

So, I decided

to book a trip to Paris.

Then a thought

crossed my mind:

Is the real Mona Lisa

on display?

The heart said yes,

the mind said no.

It is far too precious

to be out in the open.

The real one must be

kept hidden safely

in some secure,

secret vault.

So, I decided instead

to book a trip to Agra—

to see my favorite Taj Mahal.

At least I know

it’s the real one.

THE TANG OF WORDS

she enters
into language
tasting the tang of words

"OG!"
she proclaims
dog appears at her word

an "OG!"
by any other name
would be a bow wow

'bowwowwow WOOF!"
dog teaches her
its language

calls a cat
just what it is
an 'ANNABOOBOO!"

"C...A...T!"
I spell it out for here
still an 'ANNABOOBOO!"

the C...A...T
perplexed by
its ANNABOOBOO-ness

even I now
call the cat
an "ANNABOOBOO!"

she calls me
"HA HA!"
my laughter naming me

Mammy's name
in Toddleresse is
"NO....nooOOOOOO!: