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 MY RENAISSANCEmy arms around my knees. I watch the ocean's swells caressed by a breeze. And in my heart I feel content, though half my life I've spent...in other climes But those far distant times, I don't resent... It was surely meant For me to live now, as I please! It matters not what approbation comes my way I've found salvation that formerly eluded me... What rooted me to Mainland places has gone. And here with the trees generously bending... with the offshore blowing... Tell me all I need be knowing. Hypocrisy and material things Come to easy on a thousand wings... But satisfaction with oneself, it seems, Is scarcer and dearer... and thus those dreams have led me here... ...like a walker in her sleep... I'm steady here, my soul I'll keep. And if, my friend, you too are tired... If, in constant consternation mired... I'll extend these hands for you to touch. Of things material we'll need not much. For what I can give can maybe heal the pain Of an uncaring world that's gone insane. So think of this, as you do battle, ...with torts and liens, as deadlines rattle, The gorgeous essence that I know is you. Oh, the future's yours! ..and, God!..one can always start ANEW! |
 TO MY LOVERI hear your voice with great elation! To listen to your words so caring, Gives me the courage to be daring! Oh, my darling, if all that I ever needed ... Were things material, I surely would feel cheated At this point of my stay on earth! And so, the celebration of your rebirth Leaves me almost without speech... I must lie with you...on the beach. How, I ask, with all my heart Can you give life another start Without me there, close by your side Just you and I, teased by the tide. No longer needing some place to hide. Yes, yes, a thousand times YES! That's my answer to your sweet request. Can the gods above have blessed me more? Of that I doubt ... For you I cannot do without. I'll join you there, I swear, I swear... But 'til that time you must know I care And care so much, my heart fills... ...with tenderness and anticipated thrills. The noise, the common, compassionless, confusion, I'll soon leave behind... The mundane grind will be no more ~ as I touch your hands on that distant shore. And that same balmy, blossom breeze that sweeps your brow from azure seas.. Will shortly, gently kiss both you and me And tenderly embrace us with eternity.... |
