Enter openly the swift passage of a lifetime

If you respect your instructor’s guidance

and are told to rhyme

You will apply yourself to that design.

If you lisp and stutter

you may trust in a new instructor

one who will teach you not to mutter

Lessons combine –

and in time – the phrase becomes

a line...

with rhyme and meaning.

You pick up the dance

and prance through your short history

etching in stone even

to take nothing below.

Your instructor is, perhaps, holy

or maybe within the frame

of boundless overflow

Smack your lips too soon

and love may go

the rhythm; not cadence

a strident undulation

beautiful as a sunmade orange

More resilient –

than car wars

or the soda can

But where are thy senses

when love is not bought

on a teacher’s pension?

You can find love sleeping

even dream the passage through

No belt to buckle down tight

because love is always new

Those who seek it too bold; are caught

as in a net – cryptic and mistaken

Yet, send forth delicates

to the symphony – that can surround the walls of Nature

and yet let leaves loosely fall in season

We could maybe wake with renewed vitality

Ever’ morning – possess’d by a certainty of constitution

were we to prolong our good will –

and auction off our attention deficit

The space ham and nuclear showdown can wait

Let the panoply of new sentiments

arouse the night of racehorse’s somnambulance

The race is not run but once

Yet, with patience

some bear witness to the falsity of the winner’s circle

in this lifetime

all will be lost

So rejoice in this morning and ever’ morning!

A new dawn is yet another reason to

love while you live.