The Proclaimed Deity

He stood aloof
In reach of the view
Just far enough to avoid the hoof
Neither conforming to the many - or the few
Shunning the desolate, forlorn of the mood

PERFECT TIMING

I have been seated here
Patiently waiting for the noise to hear
The encouraging chirp, a confirmation of day
Waiting to see, the golden shine yonder
Casting silhouettes of the eager melody makers

Come Whisper

come whisper
lay bare the secrete
Tell me what to touch
tell me what to push
show me how to cush
take you in the lush
and never regret