May I speak of love?
May I ask you now,
Of what will happen
Or if, or how
and if it did,
Will I say Wow?

A lonely feeling,
Sitting in a bar
And the waitress
Takes 20 minutes
To get you a drink.

The sounds of spring
Ring eternally,
In my ear.

I love you,
Little one.
Long is my love
For you.
Gone are the sad days,
Back come the good,
When love was full
Of life,
Like you.

You lift up my spirits
Like a dream coming true.
You cover my senses,
Like a blanket of dew.
You are like no other,
That I've ever known.
I love you more dearly,
Than I've ever shown.
Thank you.

Words are jumbled in my head,
Flying, bumping, rattling about,
Thoughts, running elusively.
I am unable to capture all,
Only bits and fragments.
I glimpse the thought
And it escapes,
Through the many corridors of
My mind.
Confusion, frustration, slow
The creative processes.
Control is lacking,
As the thoughts, speedily,
Disappear.

Another time,
In days gone by,
When I was young
And had to die,
For love of country.
Ask me why?

Gone from the roads
I used to tread,
Breathe no more
For now the dead,
No longer see,
No longer bed.

Remember those
Who came before,
They offered love
And even more,
But death still came,
Unto their door.

Somewhere, deep within,
Among your innermost feelings,
Lies the thought of love.
Without sound or light of day
Love will lie in waiting.
Waiting for that time or place
And someone, who, in passing,
Will stop to while away their time,
With simple visitation
And stay the night.

What man lives
Who can write of things
That only God can create?

The wonders of mountains
Or the beauty of the morning,
The smell of the sea,
At evening tide.

The crashing of thunder
Or the breaking of dawn,
The setting of the Sun,
In cloudy skies.

Who is to wonder
At man, small in stature,
Small in accomplishments.

Go, I as a sinner
A man without feelings,
Towards all the others,
That have gone,
Long before, I.

I look across the room
And see, your face,
Framed by hair
Of yellow gold,
Smiling so.
An invitation,
To respond
To teeth of white,
Reflecting light,
Blinding my eyes.
Who are you?
What's your name?
Laughter echoes
Through the room.
I envy your happiness.

Clouds,
Touching,
Both sea and sky,
Blocking out the Sun,
While shadows,
Rule the land
And no one sees.

Inner strength
You may never know,
Nor may you expect to see,
That which hides within.
Your friends,
Few though they may be
While loneliness may pass you by,
You will never see,
Loneliness.