Here it's December twenty first
as I roll, drowsy, out of bed
grab a Coke to quinch night thirst
caffiene clears cobwebs from my head

Just the I hear a roll like thunder
as a roiling front approaches
blowing raked leaf piles asunder
they scurry 'cross the yard like roaches

The storm comes and then it goes
nothing much to speak about
so I put on my work clothes
open the door and head on out

In the “Cathedral of the Pines”
dark gives way to light
The smell of breezes fresh
fan away the night

As the light is changing shades
life begins to wake
Movement, little twitches
from the shadow snakes

Murmurs of good morning
the voices of the wood
Trickles of the stream
whisper; things are good

Life giving “Sol” has risen
touching all in turn
The father of creation
master of slow burn

Namby pamby attitude
I'll be told I'm rude
pandering to criminals need
praising him for his greed
payout by insurance company
because he got hurt doing robbery
something is seriously wrong
victim lashed by judge's tongue
I'll be told I'm being radical
bring in someone practical

Rose petals sit still,

Driven by the summer breeze,

Only stopping for clouds and you.

Your beauty stands still, freezing time and there after

Your love stands still.

Alone,

Never to be challenged nor minimized,

And while you never falsely advertise,

I still ask, How did i get so lucky?

I used to dream about love, and those dreams could not touch this surface.

Just to think of you, Humbles me, as you are unequaled and supassed only by God himself.

Your love is real...

Really real..