I want to write a love poem . . . sweet and easy.
I want to find a way to say the golden things
The things with wings.
I want to mimic Gibran . . . and Rumi too
I want to write a love poem . . . I do I really do.
I sit at the break of day
When the hush of morn surrounds.
I think of all those loving things
where peace and love abounds.
A thought so strong it births a tear
Takes me back to a better year . . .
BUT ALL I HEAR . . .
Across the hilltops flying high
Are cries from earth
ENOUGH! ENOUGH! . . . they say
IF you wish to live another day!
ENOUGH! ENOUGH!! ENOUGH!!!