It is not how you think it,

You enter in a restaurant,And eat and eat all that you want.And there is herring too, you know,So white that it resembles snow,‘Light Bagels’ with some cream and lox,That even would please Mr. Fox.Miami how I love your name,I come and go, you are the same,Maybe a new hotel or two,But that won’t change my…

A hand held with grace,Can and says it All.

There I can writeWhat I dream,Converse with the Stars,Say hello to the MoonSki, on the SeaOf blue Poetry,Be Happy,And,Finally,Be Free.

With loneliness,Maybe?But just knowThat I miss youMore than I canEver write,For in my heartI knowThat never againWill IBe with you,Beloved,And that nothingAgain,Will ever be right…

A poet?You’re guessIs as goodAs mine,All I knowIs that,At momentsThe non-materialisticSatisfaction,Is more thanSublime!

To make us who we are?Each card so differentEach game played, too,The one thing we know,For sure,Is thatI, will never become, You.