The Carved Book Landscape

This could be, baby, you and me

Wandering high hills out by the Sea

Through the grass into the trees

To the edge of reverie.

Relentless pursuit of all we know

That we bring along with all that flows

Here we are in the countryside

Where birds and bees see the country slide.

“Will you love me”, I ask you,

“till dying days in whispered ways?”

You yell, “No!”, into the blue

and hold my hand to kneel and pray,

“I will love you here and now no matter how or where we stay.”

For The Road

The open road is gold and olden and it flows under a blue-ribbon sky.
The trees I'm told watch it all unfolding as the dreamers come pass them by.
The Dreamers come pass them by...
The open road only has one line, and it starts in the back of your mind.

It has a way of its own.

REMIND HER

A wise and wonderful woman is a heavenly sign,

when you don't LIVE! LOVE! LAUGH! and drink red wine.

If you doubt it, you'll hear her shout:

"Oh, come on over! Lets all go out!"

Some say laughter only lives in the child,

but a special one knows that the child grows old

if they're not born to be wild!

She'll share you her secrets

right down to the stem,

and why you only eat the caps

you should know this my friend!

She watches small people expand till they know

that it's the soil in your fingers

then the sand in your toes!

The greatest laugh can be hard to find,

but one that rings true rings the rest of time.

For a Bonnie Lass seems crass

without reason or rhyme,

and if it's not laughter that she's after.

Thank you Bonnie!

My God (excerpt)

And I pondered through the valley in the death dance below, and thought, Here comes the wilderness 'just over that rim'. I saw the rays rising upward and took in every breath in every step as long as I was in there, so help me God, coming closer every second. It was pink and orange and yellow and deep sea blue. How soft melancholy can be when your body is finally at ease. I'll always remember this place of being, because it was here I lost and found myself again...and again.

Love Poem

I wish you were here.
I wish you were here in front of me.
I wish you were here in front of me and I'd stare into your eyes.
I wish you were here in front of me to stare into your eyes so you could stare into mine.
I wish you were here in front of me to stare into your eyes so you could stare into mine and say,
I love you.

Grow Again Brotherly Love

And then again, a few weeks later, there I found myself on a Pennsylvania turnpike cruisin' to The Doors, the late great Jim Morrison croonin' to the shadows of my mind, to the lost simple thoughts that have seemed so hard to find. The ones in the back that never get to surface. "Find your true life's purpose", I heard, and "TRY TO SET THE NIGHT ON FIRE!"

I'd slowly been coming back to me this trip, returning from somewhere older. Everywhere I went I had run into The Doors, beckoning in their subtle and obvious ways thru city street lights. "Better black than blue", they always seem to say. There's a great musical spirit as I careen thru the gentle Pocono Hills in the last hours of a late August day. The Sun is soft and guiding and in its great blatant purpose shining across the valley down below it leaves only shadow on magnificent green trees. And that's where I'm climbing out and up a new mountain; on my way now thru the lovely curving humps of all things, knowing. "Grow again."

The Sun shined thru a thin white giant cloud with a black horizontal stripe across its face.

This Old Soul

This old soul
has got something to say:

I remember the times on back in the day.
I recall your look when the wind used to say,
"HEY! Ya ready for this shit?!"