#Faith
Sweet crickets, the tune You’re playing tempts me to sleep. By your tune, I will drift off Better to a place dark and deep. The low moon and toads
Love is two pairs of footprints Impressed in the sand. Will you ever walk beside me And together go home? Love is sunlight that makes
My friend once sighed That he watches planes fly by And wonders where they’re going. The world’s tempo beats on. I, too, prefer to stop along
Coming from within a rising hedge Of voluptuous white oleander— I sensed a turmoil; one writhe Seduced better than before And within the naked boughs
Gentle Earth, I beg of you— Whisper to us the first sign of sp… Annul this wintry despair And a season of life anew, bring. From the depths of Baja
A rose gave up her secret Of its origin – of its beauty – In the shadow of her crescent— Fiercely hushed once to me. She told me of a plan of love
It was hefted upon a breeze - As in a warm, flowing current Through a sea of palo verdes - To search for an embankment. That seed of promise -
Love is many, Water is many And flows aplenty But Fire is one And consumes until gone All but purity.
What love is this That spellbinds me And keeps me returning To read scripture? Older I will get
Our Sun imprints heavy July Upon a crimson sunset. The first star I see in the west Brings with it a cobalt sigh...
What a curtain Bisbee has That keeps Mexico subdued And influences the lands From which the Sierra was hewn. What purple folds keep Oaxaca
Along the way Birds whistle a tune As if to set a mood But I know not what to say. The figure slowly thickens
I have nothing to offer Except this small heart of mine. You come with laughter. I have a past much maligned. You come with true stories
Two streams that converge And flow inextricably Are like two lovers Meandering about who meet - Not knowing anything of what
Tarry with me tonight My dear firelight! Your precious warmth be My solitary company. It’s my plush blanket