Long Play (LP)
It's been, like, years,
and I really don't know when,
since a spirit has mused me
so violently moved my pen.
I mean, it is love
but I'm beginning to ken,
it's more than just love
it's the awakening.
In the past, asleep,
through the daily toil of man
a control I would keep
over my heart and my woman
and lust would leap
like an unbridled stallion,
jealousy would creep
and put paid to selfish plans.
Tonight I write
without expectation
the Now delights.
I have no reservation.
My heart, I wear
without fear, on my sleeve.
My love, my light
is yours to see.
Mellifluous Muse
Somebody's soul
has lovingly touched mine
and her energy
is busy
writing poems
in my subconscious mind.
I focus on today,
on my work,
but I find
she is still busily
writing poems
in my subconscious mind.
Now!
Here she is
again
forcing me
to pick up my pen
and begin:
My Love…