This stroll I’ve taken time and times before.
Each moment was as pleasant as the last.
I’ve seen the trees and harkened to Stan’s lore
while trodding grass as green as days long past.
For green and lush they were spite all the pain
and now I can recall the loveliness.
The fear is still remembered, but as gain;
those lessons learned that helped me to address
the joys and how to keep them close to me.
And so I walk again with my old friend
to gaze at flowers red and blue he sees.

GONE FISHING

My mind is still sharp and clear
and I understand the world about me.
but my art is no longer true
to the visions I seek
and when I speak
I disappear into mediocrity

I think It's time
to leave it all behind
and let my silence tell
what my words fail to do.
It's time to let go ...

I always wished to live where angels are,
on shores perhaps… but oceans often rage
and put down everything including dreams,
I'd rather pick a safer place to dwell.

So maybe higher places, 'way and far
where mountains touch the clouds, the moon is full,
but then the eyesight jars the skyscrapers,
and sure that's not where angels often are.

So soothingly
so beautiful
coming from the cream
of modern youth,

my time since then
you make me recall
you wet my lips

and

Whet my appetite...

I love her still
though tis late,
sans we are
sans all

But still we admire the years,

like you we did once kill
but desire lingers still,
let’s be a part of youth again
and
ask time, to for a while stand still....

I and she try still....