Closing my eyes and concentrating in
Feeling the wonderful chills on my skin.
The tingling sensation that covers my outside
is like fire burning on the in.

Much like the brush of your skin,
leaving all my nerves on end.
Just the gentle touch lingers for hours
never wanting to end.

Tree Of Life

Trees give shade to passers by
With luscious fruits unmistaken,
Coconut water shreds man’s thirst
Cherries human lust
You shear my arms
To make your homes,
Your furniture on which
You lay and rest,
Ships can’t do without me.

I’m the passage to your eternity,
The cage in which you lay,
While living
Then when dead

I flower in spring and
Am an autumn to grieve.

Beyond the mansion

a gentle wind
across that rolling field
where no bird sings
no dog barks
only sighs
among the clean white markers
of gallant men

whispers

telling of lost dreams
.....lost potential
........lost love
...........lost..................

Stars faltered,
pausing in swift westward march
across the cloud-stained moonless sky
when I halted, eager on the edge of forest
between the fitful graze of starlight
and shadows' brooding touch.

I listened, straining for another drift of music
through still and silent trees,
and found that trace of utter passion
still skirling hushed yet unrelenting,
urgent in both thought and flesh,