to some
the littlest things tend to mean so much
like falling in love with love
while still even just a little leery of
its actual touch
the truest significance lies in the
plentiful paints of memory's
most cherished brush
we take such great pains to correct
the need that defies the most perfect
moment of passion's sweet rush
dizzying is the spell of certain expectation's
mystical allure
utterly vital are the physical Rembrandt's
and landscaped Picasso's
created from bloomed inspiration
so simple yet pure
such grand scale virtues
with their lovely arrangement and array
of hues
choose rather to take only their canvas
colored cues
from those too few hearts unfettered by
rigidity and excuse
plainly spoken they are much too fulfilled
from within to be fully known
isn't it utterly wonderful that some of our
soulful romanticism and childhood
we never seem to completely out grow
and in that small reserved blink of a moment
just before the too often asked question why?
that is where the charity of the poet gets
his more rewarding ideas from
meaning; 'The More Blessed The Valley'
the sweeter the trail is that leads all of
us back home...........................
(Jan. 28, 1997)