kiss me in the
shadow of a doubt
catching ether
in the vein
tears drops of laughter
smiling window pain
bottled amnesia
catching the nod
of youth..
distracted by
shuffling sounds
of idiot peasantry
locked lips
of gentle rarities
guided reality
of swollen
and gilded memories
the twisted tale
to tell was of the
ever vanishing
gypsy genie
and her ever
elusive sparks
of written and page
turning gentle readers
rapsodies..
my muse will suffer
only to belong
to another..
the mercy belongs
to God's interim grace
and a foolish
poet's hastes..
living with echoes
in my mind..
silver shadows
and golden gates..
to be continued..