For any man who
wishes to chase the sun...
Bestriding the cliff’s great precipice
talons stained red with elephant flesh...
Swing-swing,
from her earring...
Scents of rain and orchids seduce my willful body...
The mist coats the hair that stains my brow...
If you go fishing by morning light,
there are trinkets and jewels upon the lakeside...
There is a door
through the forest of my sleep...
The prince of darkness came for me
There was no chance for me to flee...
The lonely forest
Silent whispering willows...
There once was a time when the world was at peace...
There was no violence, no hatred, nor was there...
Her frame slender and tall
Her hair long to her waist, dark as coal...
I know you are there.!
I have not eyes to see you and I have not ears to...
I close my eyes to paint a pictured scene
a view; unfurls and takes my breath a-way...