inspiration

my meager thoughts of you are avant-garde
i love you in every meaning of the word
your ancient mind is newer than new
living as silver droplets in the sky

notes

pining in the forest green
healing in shadows dark
smiling neath needles dry
humming soft to myself
writing a note for you
thinking life is so easy
wondering why its not
wondering why its not

long boat

you are the romantic notion we all admire
well learned
well versed
well skilled
well read
and very kind

you will of course hold the bridge
til we all climb aboard to
row to victory
row to victory
row to victory
in the volpac long boat

you are bersreker warrior

shared

your breathe upon my shoulder
stirred my sleep but turning you were not
so close your thoughts i thought you touched my ear
not finding you i knew you were here

when summer moved to leaves adrift
and i felt you evening after evening steal near
you brought my sweet slumber safe
though not knowing you i did

arms almost caressing me secure
secluded from my view but in my heart
now my hero slips away like blowing flakes of white
in memory drifts of your story’s heart stands me

thoughts

thoughts of you
bring corners of my mouth
up round