O lady of soft and  light   i love  you  as  our hands and  spirts  join   in thanksgiving and our lips  sing  praise  for these sacred  moments of  time  perhaps  it can be said that  this love  is more than that of wide eyed children standing before a room  full of presents or with unending  tickets to Disneyland as Vips.Upon your  mind  i  long  to beat  out a soft and  tender  rhytm of passion like African  warrriors did on ancient drums  .

Please let me be  your open  armed  sky   ready  to embrace  and hold  forever more  as  my  love circles within  both  heart and mind  like  a bird  of forfilled need.Let  us  build  a new house of dreams  together.

The State of Virginia birthed  me . Northern  cities  befriended  this life  from child to man , watched  over  as   i    married  and  missed   the war, fathered  many  children rode  the strong  stallion  of  hard  times in  places  where blues  played  brutal  riffs on my  unsaved soul  as sexmusic moaned  absently  from  juke  joints lights  blinked  multicolored  along  rubblish  filled  streets  like  chestnut, market. Many  one night  stand  party  music  cigarette filled  rooms  filled  in by  loneliness as the  city  blows  up  with  frantic  shadows  of  violence bullets  not caring  whose  name is  called  baby Death  plays no emotional games and  has  no favorite sons  or daughters.It  might  punch  your  ticket  at  any  moment, even  in  mid  smile. So  many   epitaphs  today, end up on t-shirts,to  remember. Love  and hold  on to me now , while there is  still  breath  in tthis  body and  the blood  runs life, despite  my imperfections cause Death has  such an ugly  shape.

when  winter comes to us with its cold and dreaded touch,will we tell it to bring summer sunshine out of its closet,and stop the soft snow from falling on city streets and fogging house windows and cars with icy unwanted breath or will  all watch in silent tribute to its  awsome beauty?

WE  Lie Still  in bed  closely  listening  to night sounds flowing  outside of us like soldiers on guard for attack.Silence  has no place in this  personal universe of ours, let our fingers touch  and love  create  a masrer piece as   we wait for morning .

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So we shared a dream or two, as time went racing by.Grief never  lasts for long i've heard and soon these tears will dry .Seems that love has gone away,and found a new place to hide. So you left me  lonely here,but my heart can't tell me why.

Somewhere in the world there should be  for every eye to see,' a statute of a praying mother  of stone speaking to God about a wayward son who many sins has done and strayed away from Church all on his own .So build a stutute and build it high for every to see - a mother calling out to God, all because of me. And on her face , a silver tear should be placed from a broken heart inside-trying to reach a son who  the holy way has shunned who turned away from God in foolish pride.Inscribe the stutue and build it high for every eye to see.God answered a kneeling mother's prayers and  saved a wayward son Reached out and saved me.