Sometimes in love
Impossibility does occur
It’s called distance
That might be
Inches or miles
Time or ages
And it promises
Only one thing
To push away
Or draw close
It doesn’t depend
On the where
Or the why
When or how
But the who
Category: Bean
Diamonds (to Bean)
Oh I spy
Diamonds in grass
Early morning dew
Sitting and shimmering
Dancing like fairy
Wings or tiny
House lights of
Nymphs and gnomes
Glisten they do
Disappear they must
But for now
They but twinkle
Like galaxies nestled
In Kentucky bluegrass
Spoon
Thinking of you
Stirring my coffee
Hearing that tink
Which once angered
Now woefully missing
Even summer knows
That it will
Once again kiss
Fall and winter
Relies on spring
But me now
What I have
Is simply that
Muted sound of
My own spoon
Amusement
You do know
That you have
Set the bar
High for others
And so many
Walk beneath it
Like playing limbo
But you oh
You you simply
Leap over it
To my amusement
StandUp (to my Bean)
The most painful
Thing for me
Is watching you
Fall and choosing
Not to run
To your side
At some point
In every boy’s
Life he’s got
To learn that
Only he can
Stand himself up
And face bullies
Whatever they are
This is the
Hardest and greatest
Gift anyone can
Give to someone
That they love
I pray that
You will rise
