Our Reflection

Amongst the emerald towers,
in the midst of the pines,
the sun warmed my body;
I prespired wines.

Billowing clouds, so far off in the distance
lingered in the blue.
Shades of aquamarine and cornflower
toned the overhead view.

Inhaling the pure mist
along with clean air,
I breathed in actual relief;
refreshment to my despair.

Across the meadows, far away,
were big globs of sepia rock
that stood tall and proud
homing many a hawk.

Under my toes were slender leaves,
creeping from beneath me;
shooting out in all directions;
tickling my knee.

In front me, was a pool of delight
with clear water flowing gently.
Ripples of jade and sapphire
dancing close to silently.

The mainstream was still tepid;
seeming so tranquil to me.
This was true perfection
staring back at me.

I then wondered
why I'd seen
an image of myself
within the gleam.

I figure God
was sending a sign
to let us know
that all mankind
will have their day;
All are special in some way,

so we must do the same for nature.
We must lend protection,
as it does for each of us
by casting our reflection.

June 16, 1990

From Above

A hand reached down from the clouds
holding a remedy tight;
grasping to it with all might;
promising me non-insomnial nights.

I saw this sight
and filled with fright,
but was lured by the light;
overwhelmingly bright.

This wasn't right.
My face turned pale white.
My lip I did bite;
with shivers to fight.

This otherwise invisible sight
would cure my fright
and send me in flight
to pleasurable heights,

but it's to spite.
It can't invite.
It won't ignite.
It's just a rite

from the creator of life
to put in my mind
the remarkable sight
where all is contrite;

and how it is my might
that must win this fight.

June 8, 1990

Read Between The Lines

With you my love, it's never say goodbye.

Oh Lord, help me!

Your touch alone could make me cry.

How could this be?

You need not ask why.

This is imprisoning me.

You always have the right reply.

Do you want to be free?

With one another, we're never shy.

Talk to me!

Your sweet words make me happily sigh.

You're hurting me!

For eternity, we'd like to try.

Rememberance is the key.

You assure me as time goes by.

Oh me! Oh my! Oh Me! Oh my!

June 8, 1990