Today

I.
I am.
I am going to write a love poem.
And it will be simple.
Simple as the wind.
The wind that blows smoke from the north.
The wind that carries God's whispers
to raise Kings and also to
pierce the hearts of men.
It will be the lilt I hear in your voice
as I read your letter
sitting in dungeons of
solitude with contemptuous peoples.
It will be the sparkle I see in your eye
when I hear your voice
in the shadows of winter's first frost.
Or the scent of your fragrance
that fills me
in the place you last stood
right over there by the
lotus blossoms.
It will be in the sweet honey elixir,
gushing through me
bringing to remembrance
that smile and those lips
and all their promise.
I am going to write a love poem
because it has been too long
and soon will be again.

Jah C

My two cents...

Qualitative Analysis

When I was young, the more you drank, even swill, the more you were revered.
Today, give me one quality pint and the time to sip and enjoy.
When I was young, the more parties you attended, the more popular you were.
Today, all I need is one quality evening with friends and family to fill my cup.
When I was young, the more women you had, the more you "scored", the harder they jocked you.
Today, you can keep all your dime pieces and all your chicks.
Just give me a Goddess,
reverent and beautiful,
and I will take quantity of years.

Jah C

My two cents