Were l able to truly play guitar
like the masters of the art,
I'd play for you the sweetest melodies;

then afterwards, within your eyes
I'd be inspired then to write,
with that feeling flowing through me like a breeze.

I wish l better understood
the meaning of my life,
or better yet the meaning that is yours;

then afterwards, within your heart
my vision would then clear,
and l'd comfort you whilste opening your doors.

I watched as you sleep
on the old bed,
seeing your skin bears
the lines of age...

Your love have lit my life,
guiding me to be
the man I am
meant to be

Each time I fall
you were there.
You lift me up
because you care

When I was unwell,
you used to cradle me.
In your strong arms,
I could hear,
you pray for me

Now you are old and feeble,
unable to move freely.
Your bones always ache
when the weather gets ugly

shivers chill ivres
serene surreal lyres
she fast sea vast
pours foam quivers
where aspens willow
divers circum
Siddur Senghor
troubadour Negress
buttress lioness
torah baroness barren nest
ween win wist wrist
for the Cyrus cylinder
projectile conductile
lintel linger Intel
Yeshivas intellectual

drawn
ribbon
silk and such
drawled with cinnamon red four
dabbled drowsing
dowsing

fingers light
the little pulse
like wavelets minnow nibble
this brilliant shoal

wrecks the ruin
carnage and cream
the splendid scars
the ached scream

steady aim
like tremulous
glee
pupil alleys
while the streaming
sunlight
burns effortless effigies
in that dark
narrow
comforting
trap
where happiness
crashes
like
rains