I find it hard to follow
it’s hard not to believe
you are not the sunny mornings
the sun is more a cerebral imprint,
is this a hint?
made me be a giant
a bear to hug if cold outside
and
I
still love you…
why can’t you believe
roses in the garden
oaks that drain into the sea
sometimes I will wonder
what is you and me,
a game we played so well
promises to void
feelings that rebel
dancing in the evening
who am I to tell…

I loved you for an evening
a way to ring the bell
colors fading
what else is there to spell,
my heart belongs to nothing
to something I have felt
and flowers in the morning
kissing under stars
I had you for a while
my lips to spell your name,
missing
the painting of a mile
and greatness comes along
to play
the odor in your smile
made me live again…