Moors of English countryside.. ocean shore rocks.. surging tide.. sun pale behind a sainted fog.. echo heard of ancient horn.. hunters hunt creatures born.. mother fox hides in a hollow log..
Evergreen you paint no scene yet witness from above.. who lives petty childhood dreams.. who grows into love.. sun descends as colors bend reflecting what is real.. beauty chases dreams of man.. some men dream of steel..
Deep inside.. far past all pride hides energy born true.. passed in hand me down your life.. knows where your eagle flew.. unique peaks rarely speak from that perfect you.. social scenes mean or obscene.. deluded find their due..
Brother I would share my music.. write poetry.. prose.. Sister you excite me.. you are pretty as a rose.. What you living have sensed.. passed from who you are..
I eagerly would like to know.. how you see the stars..
Thought for any time.. One truth is worth more than any amount of deceit.. as one task.. inconsequential as it may seem.. done well.. is worth more than any number of tasks.. important as they may seem.. done poorly for they seek repetition on an imagined path.. wasting two of the most precious resources.. time and purpose.. Peace Tony