yes
he is your great, good friend
but love light to my world
that he is mine
time she talks not back
to lovers who abide
the gentle flow of
her brine
alas
ye truth sayer
lets loose his tongue
and bespeaks
the language of love
his own eyes
translate
from poet to page
then to poet and sage
for he knows
alike lights can not
dim themselves
to tremble under a bushel
when the whole world
for their romance
is a stage
there are spot lights
inspired by star light
that offer the age old
seekers
a moment
their lives
to mutually rearrange.........
(Sept. 15, 2009 606am)