imagining connections loosened
letterer’s preparation for goldleaf,
laws to be obeyed, terminii preset,
lies left being for the good of the laborer,
letters re-being said with no hint at right,
privilege to publish, let be made already
for any curio’s spirit aspiring sameness,
fifty-five words, commas not counting,
letters informing ideas as words.

Lost love pulls the heart
Like a ship adrift at sea
Searching for the light

Seashells so pretty
Blue ocean that calls to me
Beneath shadows dream

Deep the rose unfolds
In the silence shadows speak
Love can come with thorns

Adorn ocean bright
The deepest moon pulls the tides
Rugged path I climb