Flee not from me
My trusted friends.
I need you now,
Before my life ends.

A perceptible sound
is heard, only the rain
splattering on the
pavement with an
occasional spray
on the windowpane.
It must be April.

A single flower grows
among the sidewalks crack.
A reminder of the joy
or hardship of our life.

Etched the glass
with Acid. Done.
Our hearts are now
a single one.
Forsake me not,
for love is blind,
my faith in you
is still sublime.

No longer the time.
No longer the place.
No longer the time?,
To see your face
Unfettered with worry
With a smile, in place.

You light up my heart,
when darkness
surrounds me.
A gloomy life
will never be,
as long as
I am with thee.

You are my light.
You are my soul.
You are my dream.
You make me whole.

Wish I had a girl,
to look after me
when I am
old and infirm.
To place a shawl
around my shoulders,
face me into the Sun
and gently wipe
the drool from the
corner of my mouth.

He writes too much,
has been said before,
by many of his critics,
liking the old writings more.
I apologize to you, if by chance,
you were unpleasantly surprised
by this new, crazy dance.

We have met before,
both you and I,
in another lifetime,
where I wondered why,
the end of a life
would provide a new try,
to be with each other,
after saying our goodby.
Long did we live,
at that uncertain time,
a reincarnation was done
now our life is sublime.

Come sit with me
in the place you dwell,
down in the hollow,
across the green Dell.
I'll tell you the stories,
who no one will tell,
about folks in the hollow,
across the green Dell.
A young person, was seen,
either a girl or a boy,
who played in the grass,
all green, browns and gold,
who drank from the spring,
so he would never get old.
You do not believe it, I see,
but the young boy I described,
that young boy was me.

Peeling and apple
was grossly within,
when you realize
you're removing its skin.