In the clear sky of unuttered complaints
She takes her morning stroll
Further than the fruit trees lining the block
Her mind takes its leave of Grenada
And the games she played there
She'd kept company with musicians
And artists. Painters and princes.
She knew the Albatross in the old days
Waited tables for the fancy French
Sat just inside an arms length from me
When her hands weren't in my pants
Handsy in the hammock with its summer sway

I'm the essence of love and life
I commence with love
bear no grudge nor strife
all my life

You are now still awake
for a round two

Compose instant poetry
as I do
sunrise and sunset stand by
who loves to set ? all love to rise

who loves to be in blues
all love blue
heaven be with all
as romance floats like swans
heavens must welcome

love is only sublime
when poets two red wine define
then romance is like liquid gold
fountains through
like love divine...

For all things exist
In their season and time
The painter and canvas
The poet and rhyme

For every soul moves
To it’s precious heart song
The dancer’s worn slippers
Conductor’s baton

Things fall in place
If you let yourself be
Devoted to prudence
You’ll find destiny

I don't know if
you find it naughty,
but I find it nice,
Gazing into the beauty
of the quiet naked skies.

I find it nice to sneak
through the shining stars;
those to be closer
and many other afar.

I'll be stealing a look
onto the sleepy moon,
for it makes me flying
Like a musical tune.

And yes,
if you find it naughty,
I find it nice,
staring in your beauty,
not only once ,
but a million times.