Tolerance

My head
Is in close proximity
To my Heart

Where they enjoy a mutually beneficial relationship
Of constant supply, and persistent demand.

Good Neighbours

Who have learned to ignore each other`s advice in all aspects.

Which results in chaotic bliss

Live and let love.

Certainly

If my eyes open in the morning
I will search for you in the sunrise
Scouring the slipping clouds for your face

The early birds will sing a melody of messages
And in the breeze, your soft golden touch
Will leave hints of your smiling heart



And I will think of you
Missing you
As sure as day follows night.

Bottomed Out

Spent a lovely lively evening
With a friendly homely lass
For I spied her inner beauty
Through the bottom of the glass

I`ve seen men of feigned integrity
Distinctly working class
Transformed to Landed gentry
Through the bottom of the glass

And those trials and tribulations
I thought would never pass
Becoming ever distant
Through the bottom of the glass

I have wandered through my history
Pondered life`s great mystery
Experiencing happiness
The tragedy of loss

Apparently , I`m born of interplanetary gas

I see blowing on the breezes

Through the bottom of the glass.

Only Saying Goodnight

We are only saying goodnight

Not farewell

To dream of a breaking fun filled day
With a friendly sun to light the way


We are only saying goodnight

Not goodbye

And if this night should never end

I`ll search my dreams for you.......my friend

Fear of Flying

This fear of flying
Is not in the dying....

But the horror of knowing you`re going.

Sonnet

And let your light forever bathe my face
Your smile seek out each corner of my fears
At times when I may stumble from the race
Your sun filled soul to warm and dry my tears
A wishing star for building dreams upon
Glinting at the corner of my eye
Cannot eclipse the glow within my heart
Which speaks to me your name and bids me fly
Lovelorn I am wandering in a maze
Searching for a love and guiding hand
To clear away this disappointed haze
And lead me from this broken promised land
You are the only sight required by me
For every breaking dawn now left to be.

An argument may sometimes be preferred
To the violence of a stifling silent air
Or replies consisting chiefly of one word
Designed to drive the daggers of despair.