Basil and Lydia

Oh, the world goes ‘round on Basil’s hometown,

And the crowd bows down to honor the crown,

But he won’t fall down ‘til his lover comes ‘round,

And the Lord watches ladies and lords, oh!

Yes, He watches His ladies and lords, oh!

Yes, He watches his ladies and lords. 

Oh, the world spins ‘round ‘top Lydia’s crown,

For her love goes ‘round and out on the town,

And he eats and he drinks until he falls down,

And the Lord watches ladies and lords, oh!

Yes, He laughs at His ladies and lords, oh!

Yes, He watches his ladies and lords.

Oh, the world falls down on Basil the clown,

for his lass did drown and sink in the ground.

Lyd-ia heard of the gowns he sought ‘round the town,

And he cries for his lady, ‘Oh, Lord, Oh!’ 

The Lord prays for the clown’s weary soul, oh!
As He watches his ladies and lords. 

*Song from novel I'm working on 

I wonder

I fell asleep

within your arms,

lying upon my parent’s

sunken-in old couch,

the only sound the

click-clock

of the

tick-tock  

upon the wall,

echoing the steady beating

of your heart.

And after we lie there

together

I wonder what

my mother would

think. 

Tussle

Torrential

t     
 o          e
r          f
  n         f
a         e
  d       c
o           t

tossing

tiny triumphs into 

tangled
       turnarounds 

Envision

Relax, hard ground, 

shake off your cold.

A sparkling summer of destiny awaits us

with the welcome of a glittering sun,

waking a dream 

behind soft glades of glen,

and whispering elations of 

sincere engagements beneath a

writer’s pen.

Praha

Embracing the day,

a whirl-i-gig of emotions

sweep past as

St. Vitus Cathedral,

enveloped in diamonds,

appears. 

Stop midstep.

Check breathing.
Not breathing.

Slow intake as heart beats

musically with euphoria,

a day of wonderment held 
beside medieval structure 
resembling heaven’s front gates;

so sweet of a moment
minute
second
yet lasting 
a lifetime within memory.