Designed with a flame
of lusting desires...

Darkest hour
3 am...

Sitting in the meadow green
I sang a song with a little queen...

A touch of wine,
candled flame...

Painted spirit shines
a colossal rhapsody...

Ten twenty pm-
laid my pen to rest...

I stop and listen often,
to crinkling leaves of grace...

At one am. I saw your eyes,
you speak in silence...

Different but same, you can see
pine cones, acorns falling from trees...

Its hard to run away
from the dark ole cloud...

I knew from that first moment
when my eyes looked into yours...

I
drink your...