My Beautiful Lady,
I sleep perchance to dream once more...

As breathless curtains stir
to melodies of the singing tree...

On summer nights with dusk near nigh
as twilight bathes a yawning sky...

On the classroom wall
an Iris in silhouette...

...and, I shiver as
I watch the last leaf fall...

A revolving door of ghosts
morphing into new members...

I often wonder,
generally around 2.00 am...

Com(pell)ing to some
a paedophile of the cloth...

Inhale earth's perfume
emanating from moist soil...

Delicate buds will never bloom
roots too young to stand alone...

And...
as a rusting boat slouched sulkily...

What do you do...
when laughter no longer wants to live in your...