---------Houston '82
Venice Reaching out to Venice arms stretched across the water I feel to only know her would be my journey's end Her sparkling lights entice me like the eyes of a mystery lover who hovers in my deepest dreams then fades before my touch As I penetrate the city my gondola sweeps her sweet canals I somehow feel let down yet richer all the same Reaching out to Paris arms stretched...........
--------------Villefrance '89 (the night before my first trip to Paris)
Pair o' Ducks estranged, yet united curteously curt sharingly shelfish smiling, yet hurt gentle brutality honest, yet plastic purely defiled patiently drastic kind sense of cruelty lovingly hating appalled, yet caressing nostalgically waiting
---------------Spring, Tx '98
Emily's Eyes pool blue eyes, innocent warm and wide with four wonderful years everyday in my arms now, they seem like minutes.... seconds...going...going...gone overflowing rivulets into a streamy broken hearted crevass You can't understand i don't know what to say Daddy and Mommy don't get along So, Daddy has to go away and my sweet little darling... it will never be the same shame, shame, shame on us
-------------Conroe '97
Reflections "Lady of the Lake" where are you? hear my desperate plea I've seached the world both high & low for the grail you promise me I found honor on the ocean captured beauty's gentle grace now my queen has fallen ill and the children turn away so, here I stand, a tired old man who's lost his stubborn will recalling vessels made of wood and sailors made of steel recalling vessels made of wood and sailors made of steel
---------Spring, TX '98
Nocturnal Voyage green eyed lady lay beside me let us melt in tender kisses and vaporize to the other side like argonauts of the universe in search of a golden fleece gliding beyond the twilight we pirouette though the purple sky toward our galaxy's limit flung with but a nova for a guide let us rest at the quiet perimeter of our beautiful sapphire garden savoring the milky way below us thick and sweet as maple syrup trickling softly from the spring of earth to the origins we explore at last we are there! the theoretical barrier where fussion is complete and time stands still so sweet.... so sudden... so fleeting.... returning to solid forms panting from the burning shock of re-entry we talk in the shadows about God only knows then embrace and soundly sleep
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