I'm merely dying to be remembered for simply writing about my living memories

may my touchalways...be tenderas i would strokemother's cheekswhen she cried.

I beg you, help me, in angelic charity,Pray my efforts will reflect your mastery!

Knighthood lies above eternity; it doesn’t live off fame, but rather deeds.

my lovefor youwill always belike a mountain stream.quiet. persistent. continuous.

For what is a dream if not love first felt and what is mystery if not life itself

depth and substance.the two most exquisite qualities. be it in a poemor a person.

...the wind hums low with sweet exultation, sings its lullaby, while you sleep ...

~ Not every poem is meant for oral stimulation, some are better devoured mentally.

The most procession that ever comes to a man in this world is a women's heart.

some poems frothand foam and rise...out of my morning cup ofmist-sweetened coffee.

A permanent pathThat, once illuminated,Goes ever onward – a way home…

So much dependsuponA red wheelbarrowGlazed with rainwaterBeside the whitechickens.

Not words. nor laughter. but rather someonewho will fall in lovewith your silence.

kisses happenwhen my morning blueberry muffin sails slowly upon my savoring tongue.