Saturday, July 23, 2011

A poem I wrote for a friend's birthday.

A smile, a sigh
and ancient eyes
Not lacking spark
not lacking beat

And separate from walking feet

All traveling miles
And sporting styles

The curious of now and then
The casual observant zen
from port to port
a hi for sport

a mystery to me and thee
A birthday for the birthday tree

Gypsies are as gypsies want
Drinking from life's errant font

But staid, too and too much there
The younger boy with chocolate hair

And liquid eyes of honest earth
A mouth acquainted with true mirth

Quakes of ground won't matter here
For going, you know how to steer

And all the pathways traveled less
Are graced with the celestial kiss
Go in rhythm dearest one
At end of road is blessed sun

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