Looking Up At The Glowing Moon






Looking up at the glowing moon
A remarkable passion slowly burns
Falling stars in the North Sea’s night
Resting quietly upon my weary stern
Scanning horizons of a cloudless sky
Each rogue wave taken in ample stride
The fervent dreams of your sweet nectar
Coming precariously closer with each tide
Through our distant & complete adoration
You, the only one who could be my lady fair
Chanced to love me entirely & selflessly
Back where my necessities were laid bare


Trespassed On A Delicate Shore


Trespassed on a delicate shore
Holding words meant to disclose
Deliberate voices left on the floor
Sternly bright with shades of a rose
The angels always knew where to go
Savagely speaking without falsehood
Tiny steps always right & thorough
Being gentle wont do you any good

A Known Quantity


A Known Quantity
Specific locale for every hair
Structured & sternly operated
Efficiently operating daily affairs
Beauty & grace not the question
But rather what’s the purpose here
Unattached without regret
Can love can flourish when it’s so severe