I decided to write a sad love poem… the usual kind, it would lack the… passion, emotion, love, tenderness… betrayal, moonlight, midnight, sta… dreams, remembrances, and longing.

As dreams take flight in another s… That does not come by way of eyes; In twilight dreams and deeper scen… Are heard the screams and mournful… Some dreams ring true from out of…

Calling out to Grandma, As I arrive at the farm, She’s not out front, or in the she… She might be in the barn(?). I moseyed out to the back,

There’s a wee little Bumper, A sidewalk toe-stumper, And he’s sitting like “Thumper” On the edge of a step. He knows where he’s head’n,

On the sidewalk, I saw a Honey-B… It was walking ‘round and ‘round,… I could tell it wasn’t right, his… And I wondered, “Is this his fina… Later on, I passed by and he was…

Skylight Pink, a Hoot owl’s winks In the mist and the morning shadow… Love and life like a sculptures kn… Has carved a world of sorrows. Grieving Blue, if all you knew

Drained, like a cup that holds too… Dry, like deserts approaching noon… The inspiration juices flow Then turn to bits of coal Scattered like the sand upon a dun…

I was drawn to a drawing On a tent Was a face A Blue-eyed Gypsy In a Black Shawl of Lace