Sure, Pete....here are a couple poems....one I wrote for Pat. I have posted it elsewhere....but here goes again: Pat Departs The tune's distant strains murmur on light air currents through open windows calls him, bewitches to track the tattered strands of the air. The fingered notes yank his heart, pushes him to rise from his bed, and breathe goodbye in her ear, as his lips savour hers one last time. He walks from the room, follows the beckoning song as it calls for him from the mist shadowed fog line across the apple orchard. He follows the song, tentacles of mist grab him, cool vapour fingers lock over his wrists, his ankles tow him deeper in the wood.. He strolls down the rows between apple trees, stretched limbs reach for heaven's floor, he turns back, one final look, then steps into the shadows. nt And another one: A landay The moon gave the sun a lover's kiss, as her tantric tremours welcomed the rise of the dawn. nt
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