beams

Beams (For Dreams)
8-1-16

Of beams and ribs
For dreams in cribs
My love, she laughs like the flowers
And speak softly a fire live between my fingers
To make ice on the tough finding one nasturnium
Of dreams and a mender of seams
At my window with a broken wing
O, ascend
Love magic to tell Lesley
Will you?
Come doorposts of olive wood
All that God made is good
Wanting me to bring word
It's as when I was a farmer of dreams....





Ameliorated
8-1-16

Some flower I trifle with as I stand in line
Yet didactic
Intended for instruction
Oddly the garbage trucks go by twice a day
Waging to some course hortatory
Stay on task in dressing oneself in black and green
And more jabberwocky
Chicken scratch gets worse before it gets better
Weeks to ameliorate in manifestation
Of chances of meeting up out there
All for Jachin and Boaz
The trouble is well worthwhile
In looking at the gift
Jerusalem profane and profound.....