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 spray
And so much of our World,
Is thus, blown away,
For when Love is gone,
What’s left to say?
The faceless Elephants,That never speak,The smiley, idiot painted Clowns,That make their cars go round and round,I hear the Crack! of Master’s whip,He thinks he’s really very hip,And we go down, and down we Go,Into the Hell, we yet not know!
For All present ills,That the Country sustainsAnd a certain Someone,Who is ‘never to blame’,Has told us, much more of the same,Now it’s our turn, to open eyes and see,We can blame that certain Someone,To a much higher degree
A poet strives for perfection,Trying to artistically unfold.
When we met,There were no flowers, yetBut there was Brahms,And the musical silhouette,‘Aimez-vous Brahms? ‘Do you love, Brahms?A film I shall never forget,Its music brought us together,Melodious love would last forever,However, life separatesSo many lovesAnd then we realize,How short the pleasure,How long the painBut Brahms music,Like our love,Remains the same,Beautifully sad,Full of nostalgia,Still, calling your…
Nervous NetworksThat can make you loveAnd fall apart,Nothing further from the truth,No one knowsOf Love, the rootsFor embedded in each one,Is a different loving swan.
Fun!I feel likeA Shadow,Never,Fully done!I travel,Thru dreamsThat neverCome true,Above allTrue love,That specialCaress,I neverKnew…
