LAZY BREEZES 5

He stopped in the middle of the street
And looked down at his feet
What his eyes did meet
He was least prepared to greet.

He rubbed his eyes and again and a third
They were golden bangles and a bundle of ribbons.
Those were odd out there
All the same, they looked dear
Looking closer, he found them rare
They looked like those of a lady so fair.

So a day passed and the next
Then he went back to the street
What his eyes did meet
He found it ever sweet.

She sought her golden bangles
And the bundle of ribbons.

LAZY BREEZES 4

The untamed exuberance of nature surges and rests in my stubborn head
The hot blood of youth drives all care into my old years
My masculine ego blankets all voices around me.

But I fear! I fear to say I fear, but I do
I fear my potency, the virility of manhood
Give me a basket of sorrows to hold my tears.

LAZY BREEZES 3

This song is not for ghosts to dance,
This poem is not to touch their hearts
How would life be without you?
How would the world look in your absence?
The sun might have fallen backwards
But there would still be light.