Season

To lie gazing upon the stars,
Among the whispering pines,
This little space of ours,
In between the time lines.

Of seasons apart from why,
Questions pondered not bled,
Doubts with out increasing,
The mouth which has been fed.

If sins a reason,
Dirts dog tired,
Pounding heads are pleasing,
And the moon will have had lied,

Tired maples and days of haze,
Become summer once again,
Splashing comfort in the waves,
Of all in time my friend...............


FTBAS  1.11.13

Talk

I'm going to tell you frankly,
I have no use,
For feelings plainly,
Or dynamic abuse,
A simple walk in the woods,
Matters more to me now,
That what of could be told,
Of  how I want to bow,
There something different don't you know,
In my walking to the end,
A saint I ain't,
I forgiven but I don't know how,
I seen and forgotten why,
I've leaned into the wind of my rock,
Oh holy locks I'm done and you don't care,
Angel lies about my devils pride,
Until they decide to let me go......................

FTBAS 1.8.13