A Winter Song For The Poet, Under The Spell Of Beloved, Who Sees Pink Elephants...

Summers gone
im still waiting for the inspiration
for the song to tell about spring
i know im late
but there was nothing to inspirate
to create something that would swing

Autumn leaves
all colored red and yellow fell from the trees
never waited for me to fall with them
now its snow
still waiting for the blow
of words to know, to find from the bottom
to rhyme
for the poem
i once tried to write
but didnt succeed

Times irrelevant
and poems like pink elephants
all I want is to write
I may be late
to write the words to exaggerate
but I know my fate

Eloping angel
down and up from the hell
under the spell
to yell : "take me away from it!"
The Winter Song
trying to come along
and enter strong
with what it bears
that Im scared
of my wits..

Winter stayed
its frost and snow
i think im lost in sorrow
too late
now the gate
has opened theres no tomorrow...