Boone
15
double date
starlit night
back seat
blackberry brandy.
Telling the Tale of Sound
Can the tale of sound be told?
Seen and felt instead of heard?
If it’s possible to do,
I offer you these words —
You Are the Life of My Love
I am not the love of your life.
And neither are you, mine.
Illusion is an outcast we both leave behind.
Now we dare embrace the reality we find.
Holding you close is, for me, just enough
Because you are the life of my love.
Rose Colored Day
The chameleon crept to where he resides.
He hides in a crack in the wall,
The place his identity is unalibied
And his true colors are recalled.
Night Times
Nighttime feelings, fires, and terrors —
Sometimes it’s good to pause and write
Of feelings that wake you in the night
Ladies Don't
Last Words
Purple-blue night into
Blue-white day,
On the glacier,
There he lay...