One court all times
One standard for all war crimes
One verdict all climes

Fairy flying low,
Fairy flying slow.
Fairy flying ‘round the flower,
And landing on her tippytoe.

On the flower she’ll rests her wing.
On the flower she’ll sit and sing.
On the flower she’ll take a nap,
And dream of what the night will bring.

Once the moon has risen high,
Once the moon fills up the sky,
Once the moon and stars alight,
And shine their beams on you and I,

As Fall takes her throne
Summer feels she’s on her own
Sad to be alone

New Queen sets the scene
Colors red yellow and green
Give trees a bright sheen

Hear football fans cheer
Tailgaters’ waited all year
For good food and beer

So wave summer bye
Fall has arrived on the fly
And winter is nigh

Ass and Elephant
Which Beast will be Triumphant
And Then Compliant ?

Fallen to eternity of slumber
I lay by your side with hand in yours
Your heart beats though eons away
With hope of awakening I pray
For I know you as none before have
But if you wake I'll hide away

I'll always be here when you need me
But when you want me I'll be absent
Need changes not the past nor present
And a future for us is not to be

Creating room for meditation
Neither a meditation room
Nor a physical getaway
Rather a spiritual gateway

Not a mythical retreat
But a mindful haven
Beyond the mental fortress
Towards the sacred sanctuary.

I hear your voice it rings with love,
warming my soul and mending my heart.
Keeping me comforted while my eyes look high,
embracing the midnight stars as they flicker and dart.
Flashing across that infinite sky,
linking us with love in the heavens, we are never apart.

Our Souls so closely linked that each star is a jewel.
Cemented in the fabric on the words we start
To make each day a memory anew,
Engraved with timeless love.

Gravel can turn into mounds of destruction
Stones can join to form halls of instruction
Pebbles can turn into sources of obstruction
Rocks can become monuments of distinction.

Mortar used for purposes malign or benign
Masonry used to block out or to refine
Cement is putty in the hands that realign
Based on what is in the architect's design.

At dusk in the glimmer of light, that shines through the East Texas pines
I stand still aware of a whisper from an opening that allows the dying light to enter.
Who are you, I ask, while a million
electric needles pierce my arms.

“I am the light that delivers last warm ray on the first day of summer, and sole proprietor of the sun, holder of humankind’s destiny.
Don’t you know that like this flickering fading light,
In a minute, life will be over and you will have
no memory of the darkness closing in.

Spousal reign long gone
Another grasp for the throne
Will lady begone?