Thinking of my Love

Looking North through new Spring leaves
From a balcony set amongst the trees
Across an unrippled lake like glass
Reflecting a distant shore and clouds that pass

Watching darting Martins fill the sky
Wishing they were me and I could fly
And feeling sad because you're not here
To share in dreams and perhaps a tear

Oh, if I could fly, my wings 'd take flight
And soar to you to spend each night
Until this time apart has reached it's end
When we're together, once again

Spectrum

If ever the gods could be appeased
And love itself was on it's knees
Begging for answers it could not find
Seeking definement, plunging blind
Surely there would appear a light
Apparent in colour? Green of slight
Red of anger or hurt in blue
Love is a spectrum, an infinite hue

Freedom

I caught a breeze in my hands cupped
To save for a windless day
It escaped and I know now why
The wind is free, just as much as I

Me and My Cat

We sit on the couch
Me and my cat
Who has no name
Other than Cat
Consoling each other
When it's due
About life's pleasures
Or why we're blue
Silly or serious
Conversations that lend
Closeness between a man
And a furry friend

An In-Between Place

We live on an island
At the edge of the Gulf
Away from most things
And just far enough

An in-between place
Where we can think and be
What we want for awhile
Until it's time to leave

Friends can come to visit
Or stay if they please
An in-between place
Close to the sea

It's neither plush nor fancy
The charm is it's own
An in-between place
Somewhere to call home

So It Is

Red streaked clouds in burning sunset
A contrail pink from silver jet
Cold crisp wind across sandy dune
The beginning climb of November moon
Sea oats chatter in salty breeze
Shifting sands cover tracks I leave
So it is with wind and sea
So it is with me

Traveler

I don't know where this road will end
All I can do is follow
And hope for a crossroad
A signpost
Or a friend

Clothes

Clothes are for people to cover their skin
Clothes are for people, both stout and thin
Clothes are for men and women alike
To keep their bodies out of sight

Clothes come in colours to suit one's taste
From black to white and even in chaste
The styles change from Spring to Spring
From floor length garb to some skimpy thing

Boots and sandals, hats and wigs
Rubber and leather or plastic thing-a-ma-jigs
Briefs and bras and see through hose
Powder for your face, paint for your toes

Blouses, skirts, ties and shirts
No phosphate detergent to take out the dirt
What a monstrous amount of money we spend
To cover ourselves from end to end

If it weren't for winter I wouldn't care
If I went naked, I'd rather be bare

Sharon 727

I saw Sharon this morning
Elegant and graceful
On her way to New Orleans
Like us, she was sitting and waiting
Getting looks from all who went by
The Florida sun looked so inviting on her tail
Then she was ahead of us - first in line
She disappeared in the morning mist
We hurried after and I caught one last glimpse
As she turned away
Whispering silently
"I'm Sharon, come fly me someday"

(Eastern Airlines once ruled the sky)

Camelot

Camelot, who has cried for Camelot
How many tears have stained her Earth
Are there no ears to hear her joy
And no eyes see her splendor
Does her fragrance waft unnoticed
Has her Magic ceased to rapture
No Requiem has been said
She lives, she lives O' Knight
Lift high the Sword
Proclaim the Realm
Live on, live on Camelot

(for JohnJohn - July, 1999)

Consider This

Are we so different that there can never be
A time or place set to harmony
Are we so alone and far apart
That fear and distance rule the heart
Do feelings count, can we care enough
To be honest, yet talk of silly stuff
Will we be vagabonds, me and you
Or derelicts in what we do
Has the past so changed the way we are
That one small step seems to far