How I laughed and cried,
Under your green canopy,
It was Summer then,
My Marvelous Sequoia,
But Autumn’s law will not yield.
Tag: love
Looking up I see
Eyes of grey and crystal blue
I often wonder
Will you remember my eyes
Moving windows of the world.
Ripen on the vine
Sweet grape ready for harvest
A moments pleasure
Without the satisfaction
Your femininity sour.
Golden State of mind
Through fields of grass I followed
Knee deep in unknown
And without Rosetta’s Gift
My heart’s translation unheard.