Clouds of danger accumulate,

It opens your mind,And in your heart can beam,A shining light,A lesson learned,A beauty seen,To be and not to seem,Even today, great Poetry is,The right of words to dream.

All the emotion,It may convey,The dancing waves,All tipped in white,And the seagulls game,As they cry in flight.I miss the Ocean,But I miss you more,As Stars weave dreams,That won’t come ashore,For they are made,Of the wind’s ocean sprayAnd so much of our World,Is thus, blown away,For when Love is gone,What’s left to say?

Tortures, not boughtSome, nightmares,Are self-imposed.We are but, ExplorersHoping to one dayDiscoverThe meaning of thingsWe don’t knowToday,Fighting our wayThru Time,Mundane dangers,Fractured dreams.Not knowing reallyWhere to go,Whose hand to seekTo holdWhere to get helpNot to fall,Thought, thoughts, thoughtThat we must exploreIn order to exist,In order to fulfillLife’s mysterious call.

An open heartIn lost despair,In solitudeNo one to shareThe limped dreams,That Love does dare.And so,Love’s treasures gone,A life so empty, long bygoneMade out of pity, long adieus,When One is one,Everything hurts.

The emotional earthquakeThat life and love do cover,And can artistically conveyHuman understandingBringing us closerTo one anotherIn a most amazing wayAs Life is given,To color and clay.Whether in a painting, poem or play,The true Artist has so much to sayAbout Love and human expression,His song to Life’s mysterious processionBecomes at times, a life long obsessionAnd his…

Before nothing, now it’s worse,Fifty Six years, Empty Purse!