Friedolin

  

Friedolin

my new friend is Friedolin

most handsome guy

you’ve ever seen…

he sleeps all day as in a daze

but not at night…

…with me he stays

he comes and sits upon my lap

he is such a friendly chap…

…whispers sweet nothings in my ear

really, he is such a dear…

he leaves my towards

morning light…

Friedolin aristocrat

my

lovely

Kriti

kitty

cat

          Song of time

I am the wind

from far away

sweet balm of ancient time

          I bear the gift

          of jasmine scent

          of rosemary and thyme

I am the sigh

on the edge of time

that reaches out to you

          I bear the gift

          of love’s sweet love

          that longs to make you mine

I am the echo

of a bell that rang

that once called out to you

          I bear the gift

          of all there is

          the song that Sappho sang

          I am the love

          from where you sprang

iW11

night of the harvest moon

night of the harvest moon

this night

of the harvest moon

when our souls met again

that I remembered you

when young love’s passion glowed

when young love’s love

would touch

upon the times of old

touch secrets

blowing on the wind

a grain of sand

no one could see…

you heard the strain

of love’s old song

and

you remembered me

when I was young

the night

of the harvest moon