Tell me all about sepia toned days
The afternoons drenched with nostalgia
With dark oak corridors and occupation
Searchlights and bombsquads
Find for us those ultimate moments of heroism
Thjose guitar afternoons, on the porch by the lake
With cousins and watermelon and lakelight
Clutch her hand sharing popcorn and watch
Spellbound as Norman Bates reminds us of
Our need for a firm grip, a need for memory
Understanding and compassion
Find for us the image of evolving god
That smile within each of us, all are free
And widen the space, carve a niche
just out checking out some of your other work.... another one that I like.... so far I think I have found some really cool and thought provoking poetry....