when the stars fade
my soul marries the moon
a fond gypsy is she
you see
for me its depth and the true feeling
that conclude
a genuine awareness
that should be treasured
a cash out of spiritual change
deep are the words of the soul
verses the vastness of the human mind
coupled with
the yet mined creativity of the heart
all which rise to play valid roles
my soul breaths the haunting verses
of love's unbruisable spirit
gloriously grave gouges
made on the heart
by the failure left in the unbalance
steady goes my curious winsome fervor
the very essence of the words
themselves in turmoil
best becomes my fractured heart's armor
a talisman offered for display to the
all too typically indifferent world
this pen
a machete of muse
unsheathed
sharp and clean
quite eager
to bring even fresher
boundless beauty
to the table of life
will one more page really matter
perhaps not
but
then again
when all thought
fulfills its promise
perhaps yes
the cut above
then
could likely surpass even the very best!
(May 14th, 2000 855pm)