Suddenly I have lost you
Your disposition shifting like the hands of time...

In the twilight of tranquility,
You may hear his tune...

It's a catalytic repose
Of innocence and Dixie toes...

And I, the protector of the covers.
Wished it gone for one hundred mothers...

We too, are literate,
We pose our-self by candlelight...

The lover is never too far from freedom,
Unshackled rendezvous' to destinations of pure...

Love, a mere castaway on my open shore,
Came only for a moment, and with time did drift...

It snowed once last fall,
Snowbound, and I wrapped in my clad shawl...

And we shall not rave to the infidels,
Let us become calm as they diverge...

Sequestered beneath the vortex is my mind
The mass of emotion, the knowing of you...

Showered sacrament,
By the grace of His hand...

Dramatic versatilities pound upon my existence.
Shady particles remain; parts of me that lie in...