The lonely wolf cries When she is all alone Howling at the moon Her moans echo in the night sky And she weeps

The river has run dry No fruit upon the vine Creatures abounding in the heat, caves and valleys discreet Nothing left to do

Jestures of love And light Lights of Twilight Moonlit nights

My main squeeze Saturday afternoon Weekday bruises Never gone too soon Over yonder

Moonrise and Sunsets in New hues Beaches awash with New blues

Five O Three Cruising down the highway The stolen vehicle Sunroof down Gleaming in the sunlight

Early morning cricket orchestra Resounding In the summer air Open fields What lies out there

Hawks say no Jones in I don’t want x wife Lost love Fading into

In the old neighborhood Ms Martha owns an old stone home The grandest made of granite and s… Tall white pillars Long wide windows and

God whispering in a seashell Beside the wishing well Beneath the skies Where seagulls dwell The forces of nature

My dearest I have seen you in my dreams Could you be loved Allow me to introduce you To the love deep inside of me

Soft early morning street lights g… As warm breezes caress the essence… The sun has yet to reveal what the… As the darkness swallows yesterday… Familiar anticipation

Oil leaks and elbow grease Men at work Tuesdays through the week Thursday eve comes Birthing of Fridays oblique