. . . Resting in Shadows Fine

Hide your brittle-edge anger inside my worn life

And settle into your dreams before your serpents died.

Oh, the surf, the sand, the easy rocks of strife

Sending you through it's foolish dungeon of silent lies.

But . . .there's me with one wish; one dance step I saved

Just in a glance, I grasped your eyes

And hid disguised inside a meadow laced o'er flowers in waves.

All your anger has formed is mournful webs, soften sighs.

In your youth you were past an eternity's edge

Seeping slowly reigning your throne of lace

Oh, your wages of lost wishes and dusty pledge.

Now let me just watch your silence casting one trace.

Winged serpents and lily pads few

A drop of rain an ounce of sun

A kiss from your lips a soul so new.

I cannot speak nor can my dead life run.

Hand in hand let's rest in shadows fine

Resting in rainbow shine in your last time.

Every dove and butterfly set straight in a line.

You've sealed my soul--living out a rhyme.