It isn’t raw boned
It isn’t single toned
It isn’t gangling, dangling
In tattered threads
Or slender dregs.....
Ice lacquered grassy blades
The partial thaw-
His smile, a reverie
To glitter
The ickles
And shuckles
Of a winter tide
And
By and by....
This love, this love I’ve known
Acorn seeded, spaltered maple ash and beech
With dandelion wishes
To reach, to reach.....
His voice, I’ve heard
To and fro
Of honeyfur
Is seeds and grasses
Pinched between two fingers
That lingers
Between the war
And more...
This love, this love I’ve known
It is deep, inner steep
A wave smashed chasm
In the cliffs of no return.
And from a seat
Of quiet ardor
There I watched
from neath’ the arbor
Day to day
From play to way
Cocoon boy – a man made.
This love I know, a love I know
The shadowed woodland canopy
Lanced by the light
Of a dazzling mind
Oh what a find what a find
For the world...
And all the stars
And all the stars
Did burst in pearly
Plumes of light
A marching band brigade
By night
To the gold foil
Rivels of thunderbolts
And somersaults...
This love I’ve known, this love I’ve known
It’s funny how the story goes
To know is to love
To love is to know
And we
Do..
And we do..xx
