oh I would love to dance on ultra-tender toes,

where ‘long the flanks of mount Parnassus music flows

and I would wish to mail this fantasy to you…

Your words are jewels, sparkling talent shining through…

They lift me higher than the breath of winter goes,

upon the wind, by which sweet inspiration glows,

a blush to share: Apollo’s truly blissful hue…

You are a poet on the threshold of his times

and I receive the soft reflection of your chimes:

this distant melody that moves my motherheart…

I know the way within the Eden of your rhymes…

I read your youthfulness, your wisdom, free and smart,

for you, my friend, I’ll always have a warm regard…

Najade

Sonnet for my friend Zeb

his fingers linger on the first (forbidden) lines

his mind is searching in it’s own peculiar way

he knows he’ll find the hidden enigma’s, the signs…

the sea of ages rolls her strength upon his shore

he sips her salt, her spring, her spirit and her Light

he feels her timelessness just longs to give him more

and in his soul her selfless Love adds to his might…

Lord, let him drink, oh, let him taste, yes, let him be…

he’s young enough to play his part in this: His Time

he’s smart enough to play his role in history…

Lord, let him write, oh, let him think, yes, let him rhyme…

Drs. Rikki

for Zeb, my Friend in Dublin