WHY I LOVE LOOKING IN HER EYES

picture a vineyard in the late afternoon 

of a Fall day, the air is still;

a kind of smoke from burnt leaves

halos the field with a soft, embroidered crown

her eyes have the color of fresh grapes on the vine

Now notice the forest surrounding the field

it is silent and strong, mysterious and unmenacing

as it implicitly reminds you to remember your limits

and your responsibilities in the field

then, when dusk approaches and you have finished your day

you look at the vineyard and recall your youth 

with all its dreams you held so dear

and realize that they are still so close to here

Her skin is plain and fair

Her simple smile

Her raven hair

there is no more you need

Girôn d'Agate

BIG WORM, NEW MEXICO

when the world was smoky

all of the brilliant pumpkins danced

in their ancient costumes

you and I walked through the dream forest

our naked souls kissed by the earth

in Magic Worlds we only loved

and were loved by one another;

that was the time of tenderness

dancing with the Brilliant Pumpkins

wearing the Ancient Costumes

as the soil tickled our toes

Eternal