and the love is apparent when I
at the sight of that rich, lovely
Eyes and ears strained for love:
affection, concern, family is all wonderfully pleasant
but the tears are ready to start as the air seems empty of
the right vibrations.
A rain-flooded mind:
when will that ravaged room recover?
The soul has been tortured like nothing has touched it.
Aching tongue. Who can
release it? What special person
will allow it to say the words that form
the undercurrent of the essence?
Daffodil visions. The yellow warmth
does lighten the envisioner some days.
And there shall always be fondness
for life isn't totally awful to me.
The anticipated future of my digits,
yet something longed for greatly
The call of my name,
distant like the sea,
and where are you oh far-off one,
ye source of the tickling breeze?
The brightest song I'd love to sing:
that one more tangible than audible.
Let it echo in my bones, oh
master of my destiny,
oh master of my destiny -
one whom I'd never wrong.