Consuming each moment
every plan, every thought.
Nothing else can exist
with this love bug I've caught.

Every word and every prayer,
each due to you.
Never felt a feeling heavier
until your love fogged my view.

You're a disease I enjoy,
a drug I can't quit.
Taking over my body,
my soul, and my wit.

i can't help it.
i really can't.
most times i want to know if i did something wrong;
if you misunderstood or knew all too well.
i feel like our problems end up here.
this is our elephant graveyard.
the huge bones wander until they find the right web address and then settle,
our history laid in front of us like hired stonemasons constantly on the job.
i feel so guilty for looking though.
this is your private thought made into abstract symbols for strangers to see,
but i am no stranger,

the final sojourn

I have in my WILL endorsed

my bier should have four parachutes
one at each end
lest I decide on the earth to descend
yet once again
as I'd not know
how the world will toil
without my poetry
tilled from my mind's soil

albeit no one may listen to me
try to abandon the aircraft
shall remain a desire so carefree
ere the final destination of the sojourn
at the far end of never ending space
I hope to move on

Albeit

now you add on..
the place of RV

In spite of human cruelty,
the sun still shines everyday.
She cares not who's rich or poor,
but simply knocks on every door,
or creeps through the windowsill
to end the gloom and quit the chill,
then weaves her threads a perfect shawl
to warm when coldness starts to crawl.
The grass is nourished and the beast
whenever she smiles at the east.

It only takes a minute or two
to feel how much her love is true.