Luminous Love,

In the last white cloud of daylight’s dying,Let this form of love transmit itself to you,In all ways of passion and plenitude,Unexpressed feelings,Too deep for words to conquer,But that in some wayWill reach you, nonethelessAs I use the Moon as messenger,Of this, most intimate, invisible caress.

Poems are my life’s delight,Words that lingerPleasant sightOnly hope,I get them right,It’s thru love that poets liveIt’s all love that poems give.

Thought peaceful wordsCould change,Most everythingTeaching understanding,Knitting souls togetherWould better many things,But truth and understandingWill not in deaf ears, ring.Now that I am olderI know, good wordsDon’t mean a thing,We go round and round,Word waltzing,Complicating everythingNot really changingAnything!As blind and deafAs Always,So once more,And running out of time,Let the useless gamesOf slippery wordsBegin,Won’t change a thing!

My consumer, the past,Of a life that will not last,In fleeting seconds you consume,The fire and strength of youth,You cause desire to become withered,And of no use.Time,Present is so fleeting,Moments of happiness,Like Ice, sleeting.Time,Future always uncertain,Waiting for the closing curtain.

Or with anthingFor that matter,Our History,A MysteryOf unpronounceableSecrets!And nebulous matter.

The feelings that tie,The light that’s lit,How does it work?It’s a mystery to me,But while it lasts,Let Poetry be!