Rain a Haiku

Down on the tin roof/
Pours a music; a mystic/
Rhythm so soft the blues/

Two Dreams

I find it difficult to interpret the dreams I have had. In one dream the police were digging the earth to get hold of the corpse that I had murdered and buried. In another dream, my dead father is putting me in a locked dream and is not even allowing me to smoke.


Love’s sweet
Nature calls you
From the depths
Of my heart….
let me petal
Your lips with a
Garden of flowers…
Let me embrace
You with the beauty
Of music ……
Let me kiss
You with
Love’s nectar
Of passion….
Linger your
Arms on to mine …
Let’s soak in the
Beauty of love….